Published in Stranger Sagas
I wasn’t there when it happened. When the ground tossed people into the air like ragdolls. I only heard the screams. With every quake, I felt tugging in my stomach. With every quake, I felt tugging in my stomach. I found my sister, Rose. I had to tell someone before it was too late, before millions more died.
“It’s me, Rose. Me. I’m the one doing this. Controlling the earthquake. I don’t know how, but I am. And I can’t stop it. There’s only one way.”
Rose knelt next to me, tears mingling with mine in the dust.
“I’m sorry,” she said and placed her knife on my neck.