Short Story: You Always Had a Thing for Silver Linings

 

When the sky first changed, I thought it was pretty. Champagne gold, like a gift. Like a Bond villain decided on the color. The more I look at it, the more I think it’s actually the vomit of some alien race that decided to use Earth as a trash can.

Could be.

No one expects to be around for the Last Day.

All those apocalyptic movies, they got a few things right. Like the cars jammed onto the freeway, which is where I like to do my picking. All it takes is a jimmy with a coat hanger to get me...