Today’s super short piece of flash fiction is all about time. Which is why it’s so short.
On the first day, the sun was a blessing. After a long winter, the sudden heat was welcome.
On the second day, the sun was oppressive. It didn’t used to hang so low in the sky.
On the third day, the sun was hotter still. No one went outside.
On the fourth day, no water came from the taps.
The fourth day became the fourth night, at least according to the clocks. The sun rested on the horizon.
On the fifth day, everyone was silent. Throats were dry, and no one had enough moisture to even sweat.
On the sixth day, the sun swallowed the planet whole.
If you think this story was short, wait until you see next week’s piece. See you then!
Sipi!
An welchem Tag befinden wir uns jetzt?
Glänzende noch kühle Spätsommersonnenstahlen!
Und noch gibt es Wasser und Wein-beeilen wir uns, den morgigen Tag zu geniessen!
Ende gut alles gut.
Danke!