A Frame of Avarice
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. My eyes were glued to the twisting path in front of me, but my mind was a hundred miles away. I felt my wife gently put a hand on my thigh, and I turned to her. She was giving me a knowing look, one that I had seen many, many times before.
[Author’s Note] This story is for a non-fiction challenge. While some may consider this story to be fiction, I dispute those claims by stating that I have recalled this story by memory and chosen to elaborate some details that otherwise would have been incomplete and/or vague. Take it for what it is but remember this, the truth should never get in the way of a good story.
Beneath a Sea of Glass
Two men in orange coveralls approached an enormous building and despite the ravaged world around it, it appeared to be mostly untouched. The wind was blowing trash and debris around as they walked toward the concrete structure under melancholy skies of gray.