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.
Tina Stewart Brakebill 
I enjoy reveling in the dark with you.
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Thank you 😉😎
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It would seem, in the end, it doesn’t matter. We’re just doomed! Great take on the prompt Tina! 🙂
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Thanks Kat.
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It would appear that in the end, it doesn’t matter. We are still all doomed!
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Yep 😞
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