Authored: February 2, 2021

PROSE

Something obscure about the end of a system takes place when the end of the system is nigh. Something changes, blood rushes, the heart pounds, and your hopes and dreams for tomorrow is gone.

We ran under a frightening darkness that even moonlight could not pierce. And you said, "what's happening?" With one free hand I ran with my mobile phone and could not get a signal. Everything was failing. Coming to an end.

A boom could be heard somewhere in the distance, and we turned our eyes upward to watch what seemed like a missile arc up into the sky. The sirens blared and sounded like jackals wailing for the souls of mankind.

We turned a corner and our hands parted. Shadows took you, you faded from view.

A distance away, gunfire. An explosion, the fall of civilization was beginning, the barely controlling laws of civility falling apart.