Post Apocalyptic

Dusk and Dawn

Short story

Photo by Ekaterina Novitskaya on Unsplash

The houses glowed like embers, their windows lit up like little sparks of flame by the rising sun. They looked so peaceful, so safe on the mountainside. As if Mother Nature herself was protecting them. But Jemima knew better. She knew that most likely, those little flames, their windows reflecting the sunlight, would be empty, abandoned, or if not abandoned, that the…