Melanie (first published on Red Monster)

It was the sound that pierced Melanie to the bone; that liquefied her brain and made red gloop run from her nose. She never knew that it was a new piece of military grade tech, nor that she was the first casualty of a global war.

But if she had she would have been happy – in the end the first to go were the lucky ones and the saviours?

Hell can take many forms.

Posted: Thursday, June 3rd, 2010 @ 9:22 pm
Categories: Micro Fiction.
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