Lilly was wet and needed to warm herself. Breaking off a dead pine tree limb, she ran to an overhang and used her striker to light the wood’s resin. “Thank you, Daddy, for teaching me how to survive,” she whispered as she fell asleep by the fire.
This piece of microfiction is a character story from my apocalyptic novella Every Yard Is A Grave. Character stories are small glimpses into a character’s life before, during, and after the book.
Timothy French 