Drake
Drake (a one sentence story)
He looked out the window, across the backyard where the kids lay, past the collective silhouette of evergreens-a dark pointy row of teeth-into the red sky where the toxic debris still drifted about in ash-gray clouds, and he wondered how long it will be before he too will succumb to the indiscernible fumes, double over onto the linoleum floor, his heels kicking, arms flailing, head turning, like an ecstatic in a Baptist temple, and then finally lying-like his children and all of his neighbors-in the stillness and serenity of death.
He looked out the window, across the backyard where the kids lay, past the collective silhouette of evergreens-a dark pointy row of teeth-into the red sky where the toxic debris still drifted about in ash-gray clouds, and he wondered how long it will be before he too will succumb to the indiscernible fumes, double over onto the linoleum floor, his heels kicking, arms flailing, head turning, like an ecstatic in a Baptist temple, and then finally lying-like his children and all of his neighbors-in the stillness and serenity of death.