My nose struggled to breathe the slug which was floating in front of my eyes instead of the air.
She held my arms tighter, her fingers screamed fear rather affection. She always feared churches, too much for an atheist. Though it never disturbed me, only the sight before my eyes. I threw a stone, few feet to my left, before deciding my next move, before they stabbed him. To my horror, two of them … Continue reading [Flash Fiction] The abandoned church