Kaywily Review
For the first time in a decade, someone smiled. — A piece by KayWily.
A pause. Then, through the hiss of a dying world: KayWily
KayWily’s hand hovered over the transmitter key. Hope was a dangerous thing; it had a shelf life of about three seconds after you last ate. But the voice kept coming, naming coordinates that were only two blocks away. For the first time in a decade, someone smiled
KayWily looked out the grimy window. Two blocks north, a single candle flickered in a high-rise. and impossibly clear.
The Last Frequency
The voice was young, terrified, and impossibly clear.
