For Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt.
We all thought it would come from the ocean, or perhaps a whiteout from the Poles. No one imagined this. No one but those who bought seats in the giant bathyscaphs and never resurfaced. They knew, and now they will be burrowed down deep beneath the mantle of the ocean.
Only now, waking after a night of burning, suffocating heat, do we realise why the idea of shuttles to take the super rich to the stars was abandoned, and why deep sea excavation began.
This morning, the last morning of life on earth, the sky is an ocean of magma, the solar system in fusion, and clouds of grey ash will be the last fragile rampart to fall before the fiery deluge.