The Day The Sun Explodes

She stands at the edge of the sea; empty eyes fixed on the sky. Her body ignites. Flames ripple through her shredded skin, then through her dress like ribbons caught in the wind.
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Where Would You Like Them Left?

“Where would you like them left?” I ask, keeping my voice steady. He doesn’t answer, doesn’t even turn to me. I shift my grip, the weight of them suddenly unbearable as the silence between us stretches, heavy. Suffocating.
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