the end

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Credit: James Jordan
He watched from the dry fields as the edge of the world burned.  The fire turned a large swath of the sky red.  And while the winds were thankfully blowing the smoke away from him, he knew the inferno was building in all directions.  The tinderbox of a world had finally been lit and nothing would stop it from being completely consumed.Rumors had swirled of people trying to get to the oceans so they could get on boats and last out the fire storm at sea.  But, without a readily surplus of fresh water and cache of food, he was just as certain of death on a boat as he was on land.  Fire seemed faster than dehydration and starvation.  No, he would stay home and watch the destruction spread and when the fires surrounded him and his time had run out, he would get in his truck and drive into the heart of the flames.

His skin crawled at the thought of it.  There were probably other ways he could meet his end.  Quicker, even, and without having to feel the kiss of the heat.  He’d caught himself appraising the beams in his home on more than one occasion and he knew he had a sturdy length of rope in his shed.  But, he had lived on his own terms, never one to back away from his fate, and he wouldn’t go like that.  Fire was eating the world, and he would drive out and meet it.

Until that time though, he sat in his field, withered and crumbling like the rest of the world’s crops in the hundred years of drought, and watched the beautiful colors splash against the sky.  And they were beautiful, breathtakingly so.  The contrast.  The vibrancy.  The fitting images of a world created by fire meeting it’s end the same way.  He smiled and tears ran down his cheeks as death crept ever closer.

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Written as part of moi’s weekly picture writing challenge.  What do you see?  Write it, link it, post it.

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27 thoughts on “the end

  1. There’s something comforting in seeing that one can see the beauty of the world, even in one’s last moments… I think it’s a nice way to go… that your last image is one of beauty. Very thoughtful story.

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