Saturday's Storyteller: "He sat out in the rain, staring into the abyss."
by Belinda Roddie
He sat out in the rain, staring into the abyss. It was quite a large abyss, now that he thought about it. In fact, it looked more like a void. A gaping maw of unnatural existence, like a black hole coming to crush Earth in its jaw. It was swallowing up all the cascading water like it was nothing. It seemed to be growing bigger. Gorging on everything. Rain. Grass. Sky.
He sat out in the rain, staring into the abyss. It was quite a large abyss, now that he thought about it. In fact, it looked more like a void. A gaping maw of unnatural existence, like a black hole coming to crush Earth in its jaw. It was swallowing up all the cascading water like it was nothing. It seemed to be growing bigger. Gorging on everything. Rain. Grass. Sky.
He wondered if he should call the authorities. Scientists, the FBI, the president.
He wondered if he should pray.
This week's prompt was provided by Arden Kilzer.
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