50 Word Stories: At Last

The end. The big full stop. The grand finale. The last hurrah. Whatever you called it, this was it. Nothing left but rocks, rubble, bones and me. There was no sun, no sound, just a pinprick sky and a few lonely meteorites without an atmosphere to burn up in. Perfect.

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