It was sunny the day the world ended. She was wearing a yellow dress and they had eaten tacos for lunch. She hadn’t seen it coming – he’d known for weeks. Ever since Julie at work had started smiling at him.
“I’m sorry,” he said, half-apology, half-query.
And then he simply walked away as the birds fell, the tides waited, the sun perished. The Earth stopped turning altogether.
And when it started again – somehow out of kilter on its 23.5 degree angle and sickeningly fast for its 1,669.8kmh speed of rotation – she felt the weight of it all for the first time. All 6 x 1024 kilograms of it.
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