It came too quickly.
No warning. No alarms. Just the skitter of too many legs on asphalt and concrete. Feet on windows and pushing in doors.
No one was safe.
A note: Since I missed last Friday, here's a special extra long story I wrote. The prompt is still from the jar but this took much longer than 10 minutes to write.
If she was crying, everything would be blurry. But she isn’t crying and she can see quite clearly that everything is falling apart in front of her. She can see in perfect technicolour high-definition crystal clear vision that this is when the world ends.
The sky was pink, fading to dusky blue. Cloudless and still. The air was stiflingly hot. They stood among the dust and the debris of the cliff-side and stared out as the sun lowered gradually to the horizon.
They were alone.
Tales written from a prompt in just 10 minutes.
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