What did you do at the end of the world,
did you sing at last, or
declare love to your boss.
Was it a welcome break
or a sad farewell.
In a house scared of modern times,
I played tag, I ran with
the killers before they killed.
Death had already called
A radio reborn told us lies
of hero’s struggle so we
lingered in life ready for
the death dealt us.
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This blog was inspired by First 50 words where you freewrite from a single word prompt. I use random words or images to create flash fiction in formats ranging from twitter postcards to short short stories.