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apocalypse, end of the world, fiction, flash fiction, read, scifi, short story, starbucks, writer
Sipping his cooled coffee with little attention, Bill continued clacking away on his computer with his free hand. Returning the near empty cup to the table, he settled his hand back on his keyboard and typed twice as fast. After several hours of painstaking writer’s block, the muses had taken him. He ignored the ache in his bladder, he couldn’t let this streak pass. Continue reading