
As the missile was coming down, Mike stood there watching. His arms flailed by his side and the weapon dropped to the ground. He thought about what got him here; Elena encouraging him to go and save the world. Where is she now? Buried, along with the rest of Britannica’s citizens.
He looked around and saw soldiers, both allies and enemy... All with the same posture, looking up at their limited future. Thinking how futile it all was.
Was it all futile? It doesn’t matter. Mike looked up and his eyes followed the missile, his head slowly coming down.
BOOM!
About the Creator
Mo Darasi
I write fiction, poetry and occasional articles about interesting topics.
Finding interesting ways to write a poem or hide messages within them seems to be my main interesting in writing now, and it's been fun



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