Michelle Prenzler
Joined June 2021
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After The Lights Went Out
After the Lights Went Out Frost nipped at the heels of our group as we wondered through the dead grass. It was thawing slowly at the bases of the pyres. A haunting scent of burnt hair filled area. People were beginning to slow again. Night would set in in a few hours. We wouldn’t eat tonight, we hadn’t reached the checkpoint.
By Michelle Prenzler3 years ago in Futurism