Post-apocalyptic flash fiction by me:
By the time the sandstorm passed, the sun had fallen and the orange skies had faded to a bruised brown and purple. The towers still seemed unreachable, perched on a dream horizon. Faint whispers of yesterday clutching at sky that no longer wanted it.Read the rest here, it will only take you a minute or so:
http://365tomorrows.com/05/19/island/