Quick submission today. Feel free to comment!
Genre: Speculative Fiction
The unnatural way the sun was dropping from the sky bewildered Esther. She looked around for Toby. His crayons lay abandoned on the living room table. She heard a tapping from the den. He was at it again—trading coloring for more destructive pastimes. She walked through the doorway, saw him seated on the floor, golden menorah cups scattered around him. Only one left attached. His hand held high, hammer ready to descend, he gazed at her with too much knowledge in his eyes. Esther turned to the window again, considered the blackened noontime sky, and heard metal strike metal.
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