Tag: flash fiction

  • Not Yet Forgotten

    Not Yet Forgotten

    Jonathan Kos-Read via Compfight cc Red sand blew over the wasteland. It gummed up my rebreather, and coated my faceplate. My one-suit, once shiny white, had faded to dingy taupe under the ceaseless coatings of dust. I stumbled along, already exhausted after three hours on the morning shift of the dig, discouraged because I’d found…