50 WORDS MICRO-FICTION
No Escape
Thrifty Words Challenge #11: Late
Karen’s feverish body radiated heat like the burning charcoal in the tannour. Her barking coughs threatened to rip out her throat into pieces. She inhaled in short, quick gasps, desperate to revive her collapsed air sacs.
Too late.
She welcomed the deadly virus, not wearing her mask.
Now. No escape.