Tiny House by Nancy Stohlman
After the rapture I decided to buy a tiny house. The realtor met me in the driveway.
After the rapture I decided to buy a tiny house. The realtor met me in the driveway.
They stand outside the enclosure, just like last Thursday. Ever since her father won passes at work, Neko drags May to the zoo after school.
I dig up a lint ball from his belly button. Roll it between my fingertips.
“You think he deserved it?” My kid brother shrugs at that and looks out the window which I figure is a yes.
Inventory day in the bunker. On Daddy’s Excel sheet, canned tomatoes, peas and peaches are a month past expiry.