Wonder
A Micro-Fiction Story By Birithivy Yogaratnam
As the sky burned and the ground broke, I looked around to see the ash settle on us. Plumes of grey and black, covered the grounds that once were brown and green. All life were running to safety, with none attempting to witness the mighty terror that was upon us. We were warned, but none of us took heed. I stood there, knowing that the end was near. As I looked up, I saw the last fiery object, rushing towards earth. I stood in a state of trance, anticipating the hollow darkness that is this denouement.
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