Artificial light

The inhuman howl is familiar, so she doesn’t panic. The siren has wailed at the same time each day for weeks on end.

Eventually the pulse of sound rises to a crescendo, holds for a long moment, and then drops away to a low whisper – the all clear.

Gazing out the kitchen window, she sees the city fanned out beneath a vibrant sapphire sky. An island-studded sea glistens in the distance.

Home.

Her smile falters as the colour drains soundlessly from the landscape.

Bleached city.

Blistering wind.

Silence.

The houses collapse like cards.

An unnatural twilight devours the muted city.

Written by Alanah Andrews

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