Final Moon
by David John Wing
The dark came fast that day and it started with the stars. They’d gradually been dimming, but this was the big one. The Moon seemed corrupted somehow. Its luminous shell greyed, followed by a burnt smell that spread through the sky and littered the streets. Before too long it had darkened and now sat there, on the Earth’s doorstep, black and menacing. The animals howled with a longing and fear that infected the populous. Men, women and children screamed in the night, ran naked through the world and tore at each other with desperation.
A permanent night, an abrupt end.
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