The night is a fitful parade of the Sink's destruction on replay. Over and over, the fire roars, and Simon's figure melts against the orange backdrop of swift destruction. I managed to demolish it all.
One incorrect move. I wasn't thinking. One stupid moment, and I fucked it all up.
In my half-sleep, I hear Simon enter the pod.
"Dad? Can I get you anything?"
In the darkness, I catch his silhouette settling into the cot.
"No thanks, Honey." He shifts to face the wall.
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Science Fiction[Book 1 of the ARC10 Trilogy] **Winner of the 2017 Watty Storysmith award** The President created an underground safe-haven for the survivors of the alien invasion. He built it to save them all from total annihilation. He protects them, feeds them...
