Flash Story – “The Sight of Oblivion” – Apocalypse

I stand above a pool of someone's blood and attempt to notice the faces, in the attempt of my question, coming forth in trembling syllables, "Who had caused this destruction?" A wasteland surrounds me in echoes of crying women. Of weeping men over the graves to their beloved, they too, sing out. They feel, as… Continue reading Flash Story – “The Sight of Oblivion” – Apocalypse