*Gigi* (Australia) published:
PROMPT: Science Fiction Competition 2018
The cell is dark. So dark that I cannot see my hand when I wave it in front of my face.
The cell is cold. So cold that the tears running down my face half-freeze.
The cell is empty. But not as empty as my heart. I have grown accustomed to the emptiness, having been with the rebellion for many years. Some call it grief, but the emptiness is my name for it. I try my best to get...
over 2 years ago