• Fiction/Poetry

    How it Ends

    A flash sparked across the sky. The ragged group looked up in disbelieving unison. It was the first man-made sound they’d heard in a month. “What the…” Herman trailed off. They stood dumbfounded for what seemed like eternity. Skeet, the first to tear his eyes away, looked around at the others. “Does anyone know what that was?” They shook their heads. Bob offered, “Flare?” Gina said, “Naw, looked more like a rocket. They used to shoot them off down at the military base…before…” She trailed off, not even wanting to name what had happened. They stood silent for a minute. Bob was the first to say it. “We should follow…


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