time time-travel existence hannah pyotr Poems and Poetry

Pyotr Grün stared out the
windshield, still not sure of
the realness of what was
happening or seeming to
happen in front of him as
the proverbial end of the
world as we know it
commenced. he
somehow sensed
it was off a little bit,
but time slid forward.

"We should turn off the van to
save the gas," Hannah Gallagher
said, also still staring out the
front. Her eyes scanned the
edge of the parking lot, the
edge of the building, the
sky up above.