Vitvitskia

Charlie had been driving for three days averaging four to five hours during the height of the day choosing to conserve his fuel and energy and focusing his efforts on those times when the slowly dying sun was able to muster the brilliant pinks and oranges that had become associated with the heat of the day. It was a lie of course, there was no heat anymore, only a cold frozen existence overshadowed by a brilliant sky perpetuating the illusion of some long forgotten time when sunsets were more than just the deepening ink of night. His family and a number of others from the upper Midwest had banded together and survived the hundred year snows managing to maintain a semblance of order and structure to their lives. Read more ›