Dreams on the Wind

This work originally appeared in a slightly altered form in Aphelion. Reader’s caution: some harsh language appears within.

Corey slept well, dreaming of Megan and their honeymoon in Aruba, right up until the alarm went off. He had felt the heat of the sun on his skin and the water under his feet. He could smell the salt in the air. Megan was just a few feet away, all bronzed and gorgeous. He had taken a step toward her when the first klaxon rang.

Not yet.
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