The next episode of Bugout! from my story blog.
Originally posted on Scagsdale's Tales:
“Oh, no,” Jane cried.
“We don’t know what happened yet, honey. Don’t jump to any conclusions. Those flashes can be seen for a long distance,” Frank said.
“It’s our little boy,” Jane said, sobbing. That was too much for Frank. He broke down and cried too. He got up and hugged Jane.
“If it wasn’t real close like Marina Del Rey, he’s probably going to be OK, honey. The wind is going to blow the fallout to the east,” Frank said, looking at her face almost nose to nose, holding her head. She stared at him with wet red eyes.
“It will be on the radio soon. Let’s turn it up,” Jane said.
Frank nodded and turned up the radio. It was on a commercial.
“Maybe we ought to have another drink,” Jane said.
“No,” Frank replied. He pulled his chair right next to Jane’s and sat down, putting his…
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