“Don’t you feel it? The decay? The desperation?”
It crackles over her skin, the death throes of a dying universe. “No,” she lies. “I don’t.”
Prompt #1166
Published
“Don’t you feel it? The decay? The desperation?”
It crackles over her skin, the death throes of a dying universe. “No,” she lies. “I don’t.”
fadeslikewhispers 