50 to 1

Goodbye by Christopher Hubbard
The clouds fell from the sky like suns in late afternoon. In the thousand imponderable moments to follow, their soft sheets gently wrapped my face in silk, 'till I scarcely choked through the layers. Your fleeting red eyes disappeared through brume. I asked you "why," and you but whispered, "goodbye."




Chris Hubbard is a Sophomore at Rider University, and experiments with writing stories that are both legible and comprehensible. English IS his first language, he just can't spell, or speak like surface dwellers, or "Normies." He also enjoys long walks on the beach and fine dining. He also apologizes.