“It’s so beautiful daddy. It’s like daytime in the middle of the night!”
Wayne drew his family close, tears streaming down his face. All around them other families huddled in loving clusters to witness the event. It was a scene replicated around the world.
Days earlier, world leaders and their wealthy friends boarded space vessels that would transport them to a new planet galaxies away. The ozone they had depleted in their lust for greed and power left the earth vulnerable to the impending solar flare.
“It is beautiful Zoe,” Wayne whispered, as a great flash of light consumed them.
kat – 2 March 2017
For Rochelle Wiseoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers. A flash fiction challenge inspired by her beautiful photo of the sky.