The city melted. Psychedelic colors ran like ink, pouring into storm drains. Another man might have believed himself insane, or at least on a bad acid trip.
Kielan, ever the artist, orchestrated the show. He could have simply bombed the humans, but where would the fun have been in that?
This story, which comes in at exactly 50 words is another from the BMAC archives.
Both your story and Jason's comment made me smile!! What a wonderful post ☺️
It's important to take pride in what you do!