Things happen overnight…

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My trains of thought were lost in faraway constellations –counting sheep is too commonplace even for me–. I’d imbibed litres of coffee but, truth be told, those watches were always so tedious: nothing would ever happen.
In my uneasy dreams, a guy gave me the slip making his way through worn-out doors that would close behind him by means of some dark wizardry. Upon reaching the last one, a shrill sound bewilders me.
I open my eyelids; the screen in front of me pours millions of data and shows an onerous flashing red light. The ground starts to shake. I can see a tall mountain vomiting fire amid dense smoke.
“Stand by”, rings out a metallic voice off the command post. “It’s only the end of the world”.
THE END
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Picture taken from Pinterest: Mellow Narrative Illustration by Jeff Östberg http://www.partfaliaz.com/illustrators/mellow-narrative-illustrations-by-jeff-ostberg/
The story definitely restless as does the moment, really good as always
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Thanks for reading and commenting! Glad to hear you liked it. It seems that the story fits this particular moment, but it was written time ago…Truth tops fiction, they say…
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Many thanks for reading & commenting! So glad you liked it. Hugs!
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Always George, always… ❤️
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Esa ilustración, hoy en día, más que un «night shift» parece una «vida habitual»…
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¡Jajaja…desde luego que sí! Muchas gracias por pasarte, leer y comentar. Un abrazo.
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