Almost Beautiful
fiction by Luke O’Neil
The fullest extent of the law
The morning after the wildfires had spread widely enough that they begged addressing the mayor stood up outside of the charred strip mall where we used to get takeout Korean and assured the public that any looters would be dealt with in the harshest possible fashion. Much like she had said before with respect to the floods.
The tableau was almost beautiful. Ash falling like snowflakes and the heat of the flames over the hill glowing like Christmas. Someone must have set that up.
Keep us breathing fire!
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