A story based on a randomly generated prompt.
A loud but distant THOOM jars me awake. My eyes are open, but there’s nothing but inky black in my vision. I can’t see my hands or anything else, so I look around, hoping for some light slicing through. There. A pinpoint of green light. It had to be an LED because of how small
A piece of flash fiction. Between the urban musk of ozone, piss, and aging grime, and the constant bustle in the streets, Kinner Valpash knew it was going to be a busy market day. Or at least he hoped. That wasn’t unusual for the last weekend of the month, but lately, people had been more