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Miniature Sun by Amy Grech

Douglas is surrounded by nothingness. Above him it is black; beneath him white. The cigarette he takes from his shirt pocket blends with the ground. When he lights it, he resembles a man clenching some distant universe’s smoking sun between his teeth.

Whiteness blinds him, making the wasteland harder to bear. Douglas soldiers on, until nothingness surrounds him and only the blackness, the whiteness, and the ashes of some distant universe’s sun remain. 


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