God's Fist

The comet streaked overhead and over the horizon, then we saw it. There was a flash of white light, then nothing for a couple seconds. Then, we heard it: God slamming his fist into the earth.

The rumbling started, tribal drums in the distance. Then, it rose over the horizon, a wall of dust and debris a mile high, as wide as the world, and faster than sound. We watched it rumble towards us, swallowing everything in its path with a billion roaring teeth.

There was nothing to do but wait. The trees tumbled all around us in the wake of the pressure wave that came before the wall. This was it. Some of us were felled by the trees. The rest of us just hold each other and wait for the end. There will be no sequels for us.

Hopefully, there are people far enough away to survive, or at least smart enough to find a deep hole and hide.

Why did we come up here? What were we trying to accomplish, to prove? I guess it doesn’t matter now. The wall is here.

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