This flash fiction piece was written for Friday Fictioneers. Rochelle gives us a photo prompt, and we have 100 words to tell a story in response. To read more stories or to add your own, click on the blue frog below.
At the end of the world, the sky was very dark. It reflected the general mood.
People handled the apocalypse differently. Some tried to continue normally, dressing in tattered suits and marching off to a workplace that had been blown up long ago. Some barely moved, disintegrating where they sat, becoming part of the death of Earth.
Maura was young when the world was dying. She skipped rocks across the lake of sludge. Those who saw her smiled, hearts quickening. It was hard to believe the world could end, watching her selecting flat stones with vigorous solemnity.