The day was hot. I don’t just mean so hot your ice cream melted. This was hell hot; the universe twisting in torment hot; melt your eyeballs hot.
The last of our water was gone a hundred miles back, thinking we’d hit a town, or at least a service station, any time. But the carriageway only went on and on.
Then the world itself buckled, the road ahead wilting.
“This was us,” she said, “We did this,”
“I love you,” I replied.
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Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here
Neil MacDonald Author 
That’s a nice way to meet and greet an apocalypse.
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That’s a good way to look at it
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Choosing ‘like’ doesn’t quite work for this story. It’s so deeply sad. As often happens, you have a potentially far longer story here.
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Thanks so much, Jilly
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She sounds like some lady, Neil
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They’ve been through a lot together
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i suppose that when all else fails, it pays to stay positive.
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Or to make a last declaration
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Hi Neil,
“Melt your eyeballs hot”. Nicely done. I like Canadian summer. 🙂
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Thanks so much
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A viable end of the line. “We did this” says it all.
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I kinda liked his response
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Dear Neil,
Melt your eyeballs hot? That’s pretty hot. The ending line makes me smile….I think.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks so much, Rochelle
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