Three generations of Crossett’s lined the king sized mattress like packaged sardines; first grandmother, then mother and finally the granddaughter and youngest of the bunch at thirteen years old. Those three sets of eyes, all similar in shape and same striking aqua were glued to the latest news broadcast.  Their arms were linked and bodies nestled tightly together under the covers like children hiding from the boogeyman, as if doing so would protect them from the horrors of the outside world.

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    1. Lol… yeah, I know its been a while. But I had this scenario hit me and I thought I’d better get it on the computer before I lose it in my head. Not much, but maybe a start to something apocalyptic….

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