In a flash, the stranger appears. She wears a body suit covered in phosphorescent jelly, her hair wild with static. “What year is it?” she demands, her sallow eyes burning into yours. “2017,” you croak. “Damnit, I’m early,” she says. “The end doesn’t start for another 10 weeks.”
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Replying to @MicroFlashFic
She identified the end without knowing the date or month?
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Replying to @tyrantasorus
I liked the mystery that invites.
7:18 PM - 2 Dec 2017
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