Henry Fed the Ducks

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Henry Fed the Ducks

The day the world ended Henry sat at his favorite pond to eat his lunch and feed the ducks. He wore an old suit and hat, just like all the men did when he was young. He sat on the outskirts of the city, with a fantastic view of the skyline. He was the only person in sight. The water shimmered, and his bench felt hard, but familiar. As he unpacked his cucumber sandwich he heard an airplane flying overhead. This was nothing new, but there was something strange about this particluar airplane. It had a strange, sort of squashed shape that he couldn’t quite identify. As the plane neared the city Henry saw something fall. He hoped it wouldn’t cause too much trouble for anyone in the city. Suddenly there was a flash of light across the pond. Henry was blinded for a moment, but when he could see again he saw that all color had been drained from the world. Everything he could see was cast in a stark black or copper tone. Then he saw the mushroom. The unmistakable cloud that destroyed everything. It blurred out the city, but the reflection of the bomb was clear in the pond. The ducks swam idly while Henry sat on his bench and watched as his world burned.