Feb 4
2 min read
The Target
A flash fiction trap
“Beautiful, no?” Gerard Orlik gestured at the glowing skyline. “What if you could obliterate it? Give Mother Earth a fresh start?”
Peter Jansky leaned on the rail separating them from a three hundred foot drop. “If only.”
“You were born to be an eco-warrior, Peter.”
“Nah. I lack guts.”
