Angel Fire East

Half a world away, the rockets
flared to life. Their tails ignited
by centuries old hatred, and
intolerance born decades ago.

The aggressor served a series
of missiles. Its opponent returned
serve with dirty bombs. The volley
continued back and forth; a per-
verted round of tennis played
on grass, clay, and asphalt.

Burnt mushrooms could be
seen rising as far away as
the West. The chefs of war
had overcooked the land,
had scorched and contami-
nated the infrastructure
and resources they had
claimed they wanted.
The land became wasted
and populated with radia-
tion-infected zombies.

Copyright 2012
A. J. Hayes
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