Sky Blue

The whole town came out. It was like the old days when everyone gathered to watch movies on the hologram screen after dark, before the ceaseless clouds settled and stayed. But today it was still light.

The scientists’ warning fell on deaf ears; the people more concerned with personal satisfaction than environmental sustainability, the politicians more concerned with fundraising than lifesaving. The Clean Air Acts were meant to placate, and line pockets. But it wasn’t enough. It took a decade longer than predicted, but eventually the small patches of clouds combined like a comforter over the cities, the mountains, the whole earth, and remained in place like a stubborn toddler.

Now that the dome was nearly complete, and the last patches of organic blue skies were disappearing everywhere, everyone came out to see, for the final time, the blue that would only remain as a color in a box of crayons. (151 words)

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38th Challenge for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: Week of 11/02
Word limit is 100 – 150 words (+/– 25 words) based on the photograph provided.

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