Friday, April 16, 2010

A red dawn washed under the highway bridge

"This was supposed to bring us the end." Xena mumbled, squinting into the rising sun. She slouched, under the overpass, clutching the star to her ruined chest. "This was supposed to save..." she never finished the sentence.

The star pulsed, three times; its energy set the nearby corpses on fire, browned the grass and blackened the underpass cement.