The Journey’s End by Sharon Hancock

Haus had never experienced cold and hunger to this degree. He knew he had severe frostbite on his fingers and toes, but none of the guards seemed to notice or care. He was only a commodity that the government received a monthly allotment for. He was a nobody, a forgotten human in a desolate angry environment.

This content is for 12 Short Stories in 12 Months members only.
Log In Register