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End of the world in 50 words

(The shortest story I ever wrote…  )

End't world dad?

End’t world dad?

 

Eight year old Jonas knew this was not good. The mid-summer sun had dimmed at four like the fancy home lights mum always told him to ‘leave be’. Like the songbirds now silenced, he shivered in the sharp, chill air as the beaten sunlight surrendered.

“End’t world dad?”

“Eclipse Jonas.”

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