Kaywily Review

S.O.S.

A pause. Then, through the hiss of a dying world:

For the first time in a decade, someone smiled. — A piece by KayWily. KayWily

The Last Frequency

KayWily’s hand hovered over the transmitter key. Hope was a dangerous thing; it had a shelf life of about three seconds after you last ate. But the voice kept coming, naming coordinates that were only two blocks away. S.O.S. A pause. Then

The voice was young, terrified, and impossibly clear.

With a trembling finger, KayWily tapped out a reply. Not words. Just a rhythm. Three short, three long, three short. KayWily

KayWily looked out the grimy window. Two blocks north, a single candle flickered in a high-rise.