Me. You. Coffee.

The sky was on fire. Michael sat on his hands; there was nothing he could do.

Bill perched beside him on the wall, his knuckles blooded.

“How do you feel?” he asked.

Michael looked up as another cloud burst violently into flames.

“Fine,” he said calmly.

Bill was confused.

“Fine?”

“I feel fine.”

Bill had been angry all week. The news hitting him from every angle. He’d alienated himself from everyone he knew. He had refused to believe. He’d prayed to a god he’d never thought about and cried himself dry for days.

Michael reached out and held Bill close.

Hey, listen!

That’s great it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes and aeroplanes…

Written as part of Friday Fictioneers to a photograph submitted by Rochelle. Click here to read more stories or to post your own!