These things tend to be short pieces that may or may not be the beginning of something else. Originally they were 101 words but this month I will allow myself more. . M’s prompt was ‘ICY MORN’
It was cold the day it all ended. Unseasonably so according to the weathermen. The temperature had dropped overnight and a heavy frost made the grass crunch beneath Martin’s slippers as he shuffled out onto the common in front of the flat.
As neighbours gathered around him he watched open mouthed as the sky was set aflame in a firestorm of crimson, yellow and orange.
Darryl from upstairs said he’d heard there was a meteor heading for earth that the government had been covering up for months. Others simply wept. Mrs Melling from number 2 said it was divine retribution for something or other. Most likely something to do with buggery. For a woman who went to church each week she did often seem overly mindful of the subject and would insist it was the root of most of the problems in society.
He’d stopped listening by the time she got round to insisting that Jesus was no fan of bottom shenanigans because at that point a rather large space ship seemed to be descending through the clouds towards them…