From my vantage point, it looked as though the orange sky was a flowing continuation of the molten lava wriggling and writhing its way toward freedom, spreading itself across the heavens.
So this is how the end begins, I thought, with a deafening explosion followed by a slow expansion of terrifying beauty.
– Written for Shapeshifting 13 (#48). Color Orange and Photo Prompt. WC 52. Photo by Nick Selway and CJ Kale
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