Doom with a View

Rich and I sat and held hands on the rocky outcropping as the sun rose. We’d chosen to come to the wilderness to watch the meteor’s final approach; violence and looting had swallowed the cities when the prophecy had proven true, and the masses panicked. While sunlight crept up the boulder, I touched plush moss and inhaled the chill fall air. It was ironic how the name of the season matched what was to come. As the blinding light flashed, Rich and I held each other and gave thanks to our planet destined to disappear from the solar system forever.

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