Sips of oblivion

Pouring himself a cup of coffee he stepped onto the balcony. Taking in the scene moments before the chaos started, he sighed and took a seat.

Settling into the chair he closed his eyes and breathed in the bold aroma of his favorite drink from this world. After a satisfying sip he opened his eyes looking upward toward the sky.

Lights were burning brighter than the sun before the first one made impact. He hated how the shockwave felt before the obvlivion took him.

With one more sip and a smile on his face he thought, “another job well done.”