End of my world

It began with the unthinkable. Sideways glances towards one another in the closely-knit community. Where once was fraternity and trust, without warning, doubt and suspicion crept in. It didn’t take long after that for war to break out like a flood through eroded dams. Natural disasters spurred on by the shifting ecology ushering in apocalyptic vistas. We didn’t see the portent of doom. The prophet’s cries went unheeded. Was it always destined to end up this way? Is it a question of predestiny? Is there destiny? Monuments cracked, splintered and finally fell. The symbols of our past crumbled before our eyes as the blood soaked bodies piled higher and higher to take their place. Pestilence and sickness on wind’s wings swept through us like a demon unhindered. Panic and fear finished off what was left. It was not the end of the world. It was the end of my world.

-CL Fuqua

Published by clfuqua87

Old soul with stories to tell.

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