by Mickey Hunt
“Holy Moley! The end of all humanity?” I pulled off to the side and a car blared its horn as it flew by. “She never told me. It’s worse than I guessed.”
“You don’t think she exaggerated?”
I shook my head. “Mr. Jonathan T. Barron, be real careful there. My Aunt Ilana never exaggerates. The end of humanity. Whew.” I put the truck in gear and resumed our drive.
"O-kay,” he said. “Trash raided, dogs and cats eaten, mangled birds lying on the ground, the larder broken into and food stolen. Wild screams in the darkness." He removed a photograph from his pocket and flashed it to me. "What do you think this is?"