John returns from a clearance sale, a box of crap in his arms.
Lydia doesn’t need to look inside. She knows it’ll contain a plethora of useless junk. John has a talent for sniffing out purposeless items, paying the highest prices.
“Look what I found!”
He’s like an excited child. She used to find it endearing.
He pulls things from the carton, most of it looks broken.
A shiny cube attracts her attention.
She picks it up. The material is unknown to her.
Almost alien.
She squeezes it, accidentally setting off a chain reaction ending, inevitably, in the Earth’s destruction.
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This 100-word story was written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by the random word prompt “clearance”.
I’ve been toying with the idea of a series of stories about the inevitable end of the world. The World Ends, As It Always Does, Just Before Teatime, On Friday Afternoon. (1) is the first of these. Or the only one. Who knows?
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