short story ‘Cupped Hands’

Isolation Tales: Cupped Hands Part 2

Here’s the concluding part of ‘Cupped Hands’. The sun vanished behind the water truck, and twenty minutes later the land turned blood-red. A deep star-ranged darkness dropped with the falling temperature. They had both packed mylar travel blankets, because they were light and folded up small. Huddled in the cab, unable to sleep, Neil tried […]