Fiction Story 1 — Part 4
This post is part of an ongoing story. If this is your first time here, then WELCOME! I have an introduction that will explain the “what” and the “why”. You can follow this link to catch up on previous posts. Enjoy!
My forehead itched from the burnt residue of the smoke. I scratched at it hard, trying to dig my nails into my skin. I stopped short of breaking it, chickening out as soon as it hurt. “We’re fucked,” I said. “I don’t have a job. I’m not going to grad school. Everyone’s losing their houses. What now?”
Greg took off his gown and stared at it while using his free hand to un-tuck his t-shirt. “Hell if I know,” he said, throwing the gown into the fire.
“Yeah,” I said as I threw mine in.
The gowns covered the light of the blaze, leaving us in the dark for a moment. However, the fire burned underneath, as if refusing to be trapped. I watched the flame glow underneath the black fabric until it finally burned a hole through and setting the gown and the night alight.
