At the end time, the sun exhausted its hydrogen fuel and bloated, turning cherry red in the process. The sun grew in the sky, drawing nearer to the earth, until her flares licked the air and her heat turned the countryside into a forge.
Trees and grasses burst into flame. All built things burned, and remaining men, women, and children died in painful agony, consumed by the furnace.
The mists and smoke separated, and He stepped down from the mountain. He looked at the destruction brought by the dying sun and surveyed the ashen remains.
“Sorry I’m late,” He said.
Rick Novy is an engineer, mathematician, musician, and writer. He currently works in modeling and simulation and lives in Arizona.
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