Microfiction – The 8th Day

“You can hate me if you like, but I’m doing it anyway.” Drew turned the key and pushed the button. His comment was to God, and the hell he unleashed from beneath the ground was nuclear. World War III had begun.

Fiery mushrooms were exploding in every country, including Drew’s, and they were all poisonous. City after city, life after life perished from the earth in an instance. Was it worth it? he thought.

Climbing to the surface, he let the radiation take him. It was the 8th day, and God said, “Let there be darkness.”

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