Kaywily

For the first time in a decade, someone smiled. — A piece by KayWily.

The voice was young, terrified, and impossibly clear. KayWily

“—anyone out there? This is not a drill. Repeat, this is not a drill.” 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. KayWily

“I see your light.”

S.O.S.