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Mar 16, 2019
The Big One
By D.K. Spencer
On one crisp, autumn morning of 2027, the day is unseasonably windy. Plastic bags swirl in the urban eddies and leaves blow across the cobblestone streets of downtown Seattle in cascading waves of color.
A retro cable car careens crazily down Counterbalance hill like a wild hillbilly, drunk on moonshine as buildings sway back and forth snapping in half, breaking apart . . . their rubble raining down.
The Ring of Fire ignites a chain reaction of lava and earthquakes, shaking the world whole.
Then stillness. Everything is quiet, even the crows.
Breathing a sigh of relief, the earth can now finally relax.
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