Tag: EoD

Variant CXXIV

Variant 124

“Jane, have they released the numbers from the last census?” I asked my wife as I checked the locks that secured our bunker. “There wasn’t a census,” she replied flatly. She sat in one of those collapsible chairs we used…

Benjamin II

Old Windmill by pump house

Benjamin knew his mom didn’t want him seeing the neighbor anymore. Not after all the racket Mr. Moore made when he started his invention…it took Benjamin’s little brain a moment to recall the noisy, smelly contraptions name…engine. Yup, his mom…


Old Windmill by pump house

Benjamin kicked his feet little feet along the gravel road more than walked. His eyes focused more on his loosely clad feet and the next target for a vicious kick, than the world around him. He spotted a good size…