Metaphor? Simile? Musing as she stared. The future is a swirling suck hole. The future is like a swirling suck hole. Same diff. Either way we’re doomed.
Metaphorically tipping her hat to end-times, she cranked Bikini Kill.
Drowning out the lie. “Fear not we come in peace.”
I clearly am reveling in the dark this week! Thanks to Kat’s Twittering Tales Challenge for inspiring this 279 character story.