The year was 2039; the insurgency had begun.             The acrid stench of diesel fuel filled the still afternoon air, wafting from the freshly primed injectors of the growling-green engines. The huge pumps were straining furiously, turbo-chargers screaming. There were five of them, and now the tranquil, old river flowed unnaturally backwards, towards their massive … Continue reading Flash Fiction: Courage by Henry Hatchet