Alternate Endings

The world ends.  The question is how.

It happens in lots of ways.  There’s the part where the water turns to fire, and the creatures that rise from the oceans burn the air in our lungs.  The one where the moon goes away.  There’s the horsemen, and the giants, the dragons, the Wolf.

There are subtler endings.  Quieter.

One day, everyone stops and then leaves.  They walk until they reach the shores, and then climb, numbly, silently, onto the great grey boats waiting for them, sail away, and never come back.

It’s the ends like that that creep me out.


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