Fjordur #8 (Patreon)

We were in bed in the honeymoon suite when the earthquake struck. The shaking finally stopped, leaving the ceiling wedged at a precarious angle above us.

‘Phew! We’re alive!’ said Naomi.

‘For the moment,’ I said, trying not to think about aftershocks.

She snuggled up to me. ‘We paid quite a lot for this suite, didn’t we?’

‘Do you mean..?’

‘Why not? If the building collapses at least we’ll die happy.’

We didn’t notice the tiny search camera inching through a crack in the ceiling.

But we certainly noticed the viral video that some bastard put online afterwards.

https://youtu.be/NU5jp11K7-4