Only the airport lounge survived.
Remaining resources: one vending machine, twelve ‘Hunger Games’, three Heat magazines, four litres of Ambre Solaire.
The air-con mutters, ‘Emergency! Emergency!’.
But we go on waiting. Souvenirs of hope.
This is my favourite kind of flash. So very few words, and a heavyweight story just crouching below the edge. Love the black humourReplyDelete