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There’s no stopping what’s to come. No hope to cling to, nor prayer to be answered, the life we’ve known will soon cease to exist. There’s no telling if we’ll survive and if those that do will be able to endure.
I can’t speak any more of a bleak future, coming from a dismantled past. All that is left to do is wait like the rest of the world for our fate that lies on the other side of the fire.
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This story was written as entry to the “Just a Minute” challenge that I decided not to submit. I didn’t want to increase the word count so it didn’t meet the criteria. It was posted today because of issues that I am/was having with my laptop and I didn’t have any other stories in the drafts.
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Comments (2)
The simplicity of this is fantastic!
I’d love to know what happens after the fire. You hooked me in.