“Mommy, why you crying?” He interlocks his warm little fingers with mine and squeezes tightly.

I look out the window. It is overtaking the horizon, blocking out the setting sun.

“Because I love you so much.”

“Are we gonna be alright?”

I squeeze back.

“Everything is going to be okay.”

Corey Niles had a 500-word flash fiction published in the fall issue of Eye Contact.