The glasses glimmer like disco balls, beckoning their victims to come get poisoned. No matter where I look, the crystal glimmers at me, trying to blind me and make me slip. Make me give in. Make me take the deadly shot.
Tag: Flash Fiction Month 2022
FFM 2022 1: Is this the last one?
We stared at the command center. This, apparently, was the last known source of commands for the mechs. If we blew it up, we might be able to finally prevail over the mechs.
WindySilver 