SURVIVING THE NIGHT
MICRO STORIES
Nicolás J. Marinelli
SURVIVING THE NIGHT
When the sun rises, we will be safe. Under no circumstances must I let the vile creatures roaming outside enter this basement. I will never allow them to touch my children.
The door is slammed violently. They’ve found me.
I feel that all my efforts have been in vain. The door opens, and with no hope left, I prepare for the worst. At that moment, the sheets covering the corpses on the tables are thrown off, and the torsos split wide open. I’ve done it, my children have finally been born. What does it matter if my beautiful offspring devour me along with the rest... I know with certainty that they will populate the world once I am gone.
