Lucio Nieto
Bio
Still a country boy at heart after living in Los Angeles and New York City. Returned back to Texas after 10 years in bustling cities of the industry. Looking forward to creating another home for myself in sunny Florida for a new adventure.
Stories (1/0)
House of God
In the midst of a blue-chilled winter, bricks glow amber as the embers from the fire spark fireflies into the room. It isn't much warmth, but it sure feels less lonely when it sizzles. How long has it been? Approximately 889 days in the new world and I still haven't been outside of the Center Dome. Although the Spring Gathering is next week, I highly doubt I'll RSVP "yes" for the event. A response–if any–will be an etch of my hand with the flag of my middle finger waving high. They took my Dad. In what world did they think I'd actually be a part of their auction? The green Mr. Everett adorns would have made the Garden of Eden jealous. I'm sure whatever he's been harvesting since Earth collapsed has whatever amount of civilization left packing sleeping bags to camp out the night before Mr. Everett opens his gates.
By Lucio Nieto2 years ago in Fiction
