Eschatalogical fiction

9:30 a.m. and still dark.  Now it wouldn’t get lighter until the Master arrived.  Her clothes were a mess even though she had changed only 3 hours earlier.  Through the early evening they had packed up and come to this place knowing that disaster was upon them.  She was watching some of the children when one of them had an accident.  Now the clean clothes she’d packed were no where to be found.  She’d have to wash what she had on – maybe she could find a pool or lake.  No place was truly safe – not until the Master came.  Traveling from place to place was just avoiding the inevitable.

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