miniflash story

This terrible feeling haunted Galya for days. A chill ran down her back, her hair stuck to the forehead and her fingers clenched convulsively in narrow pockets. It felt like something cold and sticky was poured behind her collar. A refugee… It seemed she would never feel warm again.

Suddenly, the flash of mobile-phone news struck her like a thunderbolt! Galya shrieked like a wet hen, “London with its damn rains is good. But Kherson is better!”