http://slow.writerscafe.org/alexwasko The original writings of author Alex Wasko en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776099230 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 It wasn't their time. "Why didn't I die?" He thought to himself. He stared up at the sun and then at the crimson sand that he was lying in. Dry blood was caked on his face when he stood, the blood of the people on that plane. He was the only survivor... There were no bodies, only blood. The people h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexwasko/1307578/