21st Day - Nothing
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When midnight came and went and all that was left on the road was a pile of bodies, a dog emerged from the mud and, after a long haul, died.
“Reality is much more fragile than we expected,” the scientists had said, but then the rocket had been launched and two hours later, radiation became the only presence on Earth.
No birds to sing, no bees to buzz, not even cockroaches could stand the DNA-splitting wave. No wind, no tides, no clouds, no rotation; nothing. Men created nothingness from the wholeness of existence.
The night strolled across the desolate land in a moment or a thousand years; who could tell? Then dawn broke with an audible crack, a back stretching itself out of a long night time cramp and all was still.
