Original post: http://www.penana.com/story/11494/september-contest-three-sentence-stories/issue/11
There was only one reason Joyce didn't die the day everyone else died.
Sitting on the toasty ecru sand of a beach Joyce had never visited before, the blood-warm waves lapping at her feet, that one, subtly obvious reason came crashing down on Joyce's eyes like a spotlight spawning in pure darkness.
The single, definitive reason Joyce didn't die with the rest of her family when her world ended in a huge, flaming red firebomb, was because she had already died long before any dictator could launch nuclear bombs at her home country.
I think for National Novel Writing Month, I'll try to expand on this intro. It'll be sci-fi fantasy adventure, with the supernatural. It should be cool.ns 126.96.36.199da2