The radioactive snow stopped falling. The clouds were disappearing, drawn by a hot wind. He left the shelter and the warm sun warmed his body. He activated the meter, and the reading was the same as before the war. The grass has began to grow between the cracks in the pavement. He bent and his fingers brushed the green surface of the four leaf clover.
Translated into English by Adelaida Saucedo
Spanish (original): Axxón – 82 ficciones apocalípticas