The End of a Generation

“What’ll happen to us, daddy?”

“Shhh, darling…” He stroked her curly hair absentmindedly as they sat together on the porch, watching the clouds slowly drift towards them. They covered the entire sky, and seemed to go on and on into heaven above. A sudden gust of freezing wind blew towards them.

She shivered in his arms, and he held her closer, trying to bury her in his thick sweater. A last attempt to keep her safe from the dying world. Her small tears settled on her tired face, and her wide eyes gradually grew smaller as sleep overtook them.

They rocked together, daughter in father’s arms, as the clouds rumbled and covered them in darkness.

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