Solar Flare | Fiction

Miriam Gordis

When Alex came back from the dead, it was the summer of all the heat waves. Every time it got above 95 degrees, an alert on our phones told us to turn off the lights and keep our refrigerators closed. Something was wrong with the grid and they couldn’t or wouldn’t fix it. Sometimes they came down my block and tinkered and then left. There were blackouts for hours at...