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Storm

She watches the far horizon, sees clouds thicken, the yellow and iron light turning weird, ominous.  Yet fails to recognize the storm moving directly overhead.

Image by Val Vesa via Unsplash.com

Published January 17, 2019By Robin Anderson
Categorized as Decay, Delusions Tagged decay, delusions, dribble, flash fiction, microfiction

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