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Aaron Waters
Bio
Writer, 29
Stories (3/0)
My Brother's Keeper
Gabriel Blink. Another beautiful day. Nothing but the open blue sky, swaying wheat, the sound of thick boots on the soil, and the sight of crop visibly ready for harvest. Ready after months of toil, months of work getting it prepared: trimming away the weeds, cutting away the dead parts, blanketing the very air with toxic pesticides to kill the locusts, the ladybugs, the… A perfect crop.
By Aaron Waters3 years ago in Fiction
Crater
I. It’s the week the world will end, but we barely register it at all. Another Cadillac pulls up in front of the gas-station, I run out in my cheap clothes, “I-SERVE” written across my blue overalls that stretch from pale ankle, to pale neck. The smell of gasoline is on my gloves.
By Aaron Waters3 years ago in Fiction