• Woke editors

Looking Back on a Summer of Fire

R.S. Drain

An orchestra of sirens ring out on the horizon. Dread buries into the streets. Everyone can see the catastrophe on their TV screens, or out of their own windows. Ravenous flames licking the sky, filling the once-blue ceiling with smoke and staining it with an unearthly glow of orange and red. Men, women and children choke on the polluted air as they struggle to get on with their everyday lives, ash falling on their shoulders like dead snow.