photo by Alexandre Boucher via Unsplash
It’s the end of the world. Love you, brother.
Denny had always been one for drama – every headache was a brain tumour, every stomach ache cancer. But something about the text made Stuart swerve onto the hard shoulder amid the car horns and cursing. His call to Denny failed to connect, the same for their sister Clare. Panic mounted as every number he knew failed, as the bars on his phone dropped to zero.
He was staring at the blank screen as the first blast hit, as the nose to tail cars in front of him were flipped into the air, as the pressure wave disintegrated the windscreen.
Love you too, brother.
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Very powerful few lines, Lynn. It made me gasp.
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Oh! That’s terrible. The simplest and most powerful of messages forewarned Stuart… Brilliant!
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My worst nightmare, recurring whenever global events become critical — as they have done since the 60s. Chilling. And all too possible.
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Cracking story, Lynn.
I like the way you’ve constructed this. You tell us up front what to expect; all that’s left is exactly how it will happen. And you don’t disappoint with the apocalyptic finale!
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I hope it will be as quick as that! You tighten the screws so fast in this one!
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Wow. You’ve caught it there, haven’t you. And in so few words.
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Wow a far to real message from his brother there. It would be a great beginning to one of those ‘end of the world” movies. A sonic wave would be an interesting take on the movie genre.
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Thank you very much Mandi. Glad you liked it 🙂
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Very much 🙂
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