The sun rose on the east side, same as it always did. The cracking of the dry earth at first light was a clear indicator. Felt like a damn earthquake going off. A cacophony of sounds so loud it could make your ears bleed. Our night-city was the deepest, which is why we survived. Seventeen years ago a couple solar flares were the only warning we had before the sun’s intensity rose so high it began ...

The flash of crimson on what should be perfectly clean silver. The dinner knife sat to the right of the plate straight and polished. The red stain down the the hilt now dripping on the white tablecloth was far too out of place. I pale, my hand now shaking I reach for the knife, dragging my finger across the red in a spear to gage the texture. It felt like what it looked like… blood. The table was ...