Dystopia

Unknown Mission, Part Twenty-Four

Continued from Part Twenty-Three Snyder stood in the middle of a vast dessert. Nothing to see but sand and a solitary figure approaching. What was going on? Snyder reached for his colt service revolver. “Anny, that won’t be necessary,” said the familiar voice. “Grandma!” Snyder ran over and embraced his grandmother. “I love you.” A…

Crossroads, Part One

Along the meandering river-side path of the wooded Boise Greenbelt, President Snyder pushed up the sleeves of his orange, blue and black BSU Broncos hoodie. He delivered a right hook to the overgrown slug’s padded jaw.The slug snarled. “Boy, I love it when you play hard to get!” Snyder spat and spewed profanity that Cerulean…