Friday Flash Fiction: Nightmare
Chuck Wendig's clearly feeling a bit down. After last week's apocalypse challenge, this week we were to write our greatest fear. I've already done that once , so I put my tongue in my cheek for 998 words of the greatest terror of my kids' generation. Nightmare Our nightmare began at 7:52 p.m. I know that because the time kept blinking from my useless phone, a vicious reminder of what had been lost between one minute and the next. At 7:51 we were all safe and content in our own worlds, chatting with friends in distant cities, reading newspapers from around the world. Watching cat videos. And at 7:52 it was all gone as though it had never been. Our Internet service had crashed. When we recovered from our initial shock, we slunk into the kitchen, avoiding each others’ eyes as we fumbled with unfamiliar foods, unable to look up cooking instructions on line. Dinner was an awkward meal with each person staring fixedly at a screen, willing it to come back to life. Josh finally