I pile on afghans, comforters, my small body weighted to the bed. When I close my eyes, my mother’s voice: "We’re living in the last days.”—"Armageddon" by @darcischummer.bsky.social in case you missed it

https://www.fiveminutelit.com/armageddon

The house is cold, always. I pile on afghans, comforters, my small body weighted to the bed. —"Armageddon" by @darcischummer.bsky.social

https://www.fiveminutelit.com/armageddon