Day Three Night Three (Part 1 of 2: Day Three)


The setting sun dipping under the rubble transformed the broken city into an alien landscape.


While that humongous egg-yolk waltzed out of his life with a slice of blood orange blaze, it got him thinking of orange juice in a ice wet glass.


How couldn't he go for cold glass of O.J. right now?

He’d open his mouth, crank his neck back, and murder it in one go. And speaking of murder, he put his own survival so far to the smaller, slower, weaker, and stupider going first.



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