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Hi Friends!
I’m back from my honeymoon! Things are finally slowing down after the wedding, and I’m ready to write write write.
I’m also excited to start participating in the Friday Fictioneers challenge, courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. If you want to give it a try, check the info on her blog. Stories are to be 100 words more or less, inspired by the photo she posts on Facebook each week.
Here’s my short story this week!
The End
“I didn’t think they’d get to us so quickly.”
“It’s their way.” His upturned face blazed with the crimson light as it bubbled and expanded, and though the pair could only see the edge of the throbbing mass, both of them understood the inevitability of what lay beyond the building.
“Still. I thought our Sector had more time.”
She gulped as the modified hydrogen cyanide fuel cells began their deconstruction, shooting brilliant points of light skyward.
“Let’s pretend, just for a moment, that those are fireworks.” She reached out and clasped his hand for the first and last time.