There it was again – that smell. Barrick glanced at his father.

The sun rose over the mountains. Although, one could hardly call those the mountains.

The old man's eyes slowly opened, revealing the misty gray remnants of a wise soldier that once was.

Academic conferences are notorious for being done on the cheap. Travel budgets for faculty are usually paltry.

Joss McIntyre sat on his favorite knoll and looked down at The Camp spread below in the small steep-walled valley.

When the impending heatwave was announced, my first thought was that this would be an opportunity to move in with Dahlia. 

It was a freezing day in November, so cold that even the protestors had stayed at home for once.

War came in the summer like a heat wave.

Elani sheltered under the branches of an old willow tree, hidden from sight, her aluminium canoe bobbing on the water.

The were called "The Good People". They turned up at the settlement every six months, near as Arch could tell.

He sat in the hide and watched the rain fall.

Dear Future World, Future Humanity, if you are even there then!

Interstate 90 was a shooting gallery.