Air Crickets, Air Crickets, Air
100-word story
Air Crickets, Air Crickets, Air
I never believed the Bible. Not the void, not the light, not even god himself.
Damn sure not the talking snake.
But this morning, well, shit felt decidedly Old Testament.
I opened the curtains and found myself subjected to a plague of crickets. So many they shaded the sun. Mm-hmm. Dead ones knee-deep…