Category: Prompted

Liam arrived on a dreary Tuesday afternoon. Roger Shump drove his ‘93 Buick Roadmaster Wagon into his house two weeks later.

White light washed out Ben’s vision. He shielded his face until his eyes adjusted to the brightness that surrounded him. The lot was empty. No cars, no people. The car-side speakers were silent, the screen blank.

A week later, he was out there pushing my mower in nothing but homemade jorts and flip-flops, my neighbors all sneering at him from behind their dust-free blinds.