This little story is for Sonya’s weekly Three Line Tales writing challenge.
photo by Nick de Partee via Unsplash
The lights went out all over the world, some in an explosion of darkness, others like a ripple of dark fire, and a great silence fell.
In a forgotten corner of an unvisited park on the edge of an isolated town, where the wild woods met the tame, a single light shone, bright as a bonfire.
No people were there to see the light dancing in the glass—all were cowering in underground bunkers—only a fox, hurrying back to his earth, saluted the memory of the Earth with a respectful flick of his tail.
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Jane Dougherty Writes 
oh…so beautiful Jane…so much poetic…liked it a lot…
Thanks Sangbad. I hope the end will be beautiful, but I fear it will just be very messy.
On hope we stand Jane…so let hope beautiful
Let’s hope 🙂
Great words, Jane.
Thank you 🙂
This is a peaceful ending. I wonder if this is the same fox that goes through the doorway with his mate in another story of yours? 🙂
Same one, or his cousin. I hope they all go through to somewhere better.
I hope so, too.
And so our story is over, not with a bang but with a sigh. Lovely stuff Jane
I’ve had enough of apocalyptic fireworks for a while 🙂
Sounds like a scary time. Makes me want to know what happens when the people finally come out from the bunker. 🙂
Funny you should say that. I’ve written a series of books about it…