The End (Micro-fiction)

The clouds rained hails. The knot in my stomach clenched and unclenched, twisting my intestines into a gnarled root of fear. A moment ago, the sun was devouring the landscape, scorching through the crevices of our city lives, and now the sky was smoking ruins. The sleet came weighing down upon my mind like angry whispers from the heaven, splintering my thoughts. Little pieces of my mind tore away, and ricocheted off into the air with each blast of the frozen rain. The end was near, or was it?


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