Flash Fiction

Amidst the degradation and destitution that separates yesterday from today the three gather in the lee of the once grand cathedral. In a predefined sequence like well trained dancers, they swallow the sleep inducers.

As their fog lifts, they meet again in a better place.

But not for long. They are awoken from their tranquil dreamings by a hail of bullets that has made them dead, much deader than before. Brought back to life to continue being dead.

And they are cold. But they are instructed. Never again will they return to that better place. They are forever here.