Flash Fiction: Sun

Our air conditioning isn’t working very well right now, which is pretty aggravating considering that it’s July and I live in Las Vegas. Fortunately, this inspired some (very warm) flash fiction. Enjoy!

Death Valley

They will tell you that the sun is a ball of gases and flames, a steady presence around which the other planets rotate. But the societies of the past knew better. They understood the truth, that the sun is a living entity, a force to be worshiped and appeased.

We stopped worshiping, started studying, and the sun became angry. In retaliation, it threw itself at us, hurtling with ever-increasing speed. The other planets shrank back in fear, recoiling to the outer limits of the solar system. Poor little Pluto just left entirely, never to be seen again.

But not Earth. Earth thinks it knows better.

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