Below the break is a flash piece of less than 100 words.
Jets split the sky and roll to show us their white steel bellies. Sun glint blue ellipses on the bus terminal as a woman looks up and considers the mighty pair. Another pass. Feral roar of city echoes back from the aching hot buildings and those below duck down.
Thrusting over the gap of midnight and the forest billows below, the leaf canopy bends to avoid the plunder and power, fuel condensates drip and water earth. One bird feeds the lonely moat of ocean. He whines, despairing his distant partner.
One returns but one feeds day's fire.