Kosher
You watch your mother and father kiss one last time before their ashes marry, just like what happened to all the other parents. You begged them to hide in the shelter of chairs you and Paul built, despite him elbowing you in the ribs. You and Paul snack on your rations of Pixy Stix and lukewarm Mountain Dew until the ashes only blur the sun. Paul asks: what’s the first thing you’re gonna do now that they’re gone? You think about all the ketchup you want to put on your hot dog, once you figure out how to make one.
Photo Credit: Sam Ley
I did not understand what killed all the parents. I first thought they tricked their own parents into the chair-shelter to have something to burn them in. Just noting it, no need for an explanation, as i do not know, if I stay here on site for long.
Many flash and nano – fiction stories try to use the readers imagination, instead of giving information.
In my opininon, this is an amazing story. I love how it propels the imagination. Good work, J bradley!