by John Xero
Alma watches me calmly, her brown eyes so serious.
The air outside roars like a monster, a thousand monsters, barely muted by the metal cylinder we ride downwards to our dooms.
“Is this where we die?” she asks.
There was chaos at first, a mad tumble settling to a somehow stable plummet. There were wings too, before that first monstrous roar.
Her calmness envelopes me.
“Yes,” I reply, “I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be,” she says. “Death is a doorway. You saved me once. Now let me save you.”
And when the final roar comes... so bright.
Author bio: The once and future bookseller, John Xero is, was, and will always be in the business of stories. And where would stories be without monsters... and hope?
He should update his blog more: xeroverse.com
Or even tweet once in a while: @xeroverse
Monsters is part of 101 Fiction issue 11.