Incoming missilesMarch 18, 2017
They sat at the edge of the continent, looking out into black water.
Would we see it coming? she asked. Would we have any warning?
What would warning do? he replied. If death is inevitable, does it help to know when it will arrive?
But she could think of things, many things, that she might do with an extra five or ten minutes. She laced her fingers in his, still scanning the horizon for incoming missiles. She had never felt so threatened. She had never felt so safe.