I hate sunlight. It burns my face.
The lifeforms scurrying over my skin are loved by the sun. In direct sunlight, they multiply by the billions.
I’ve had enough.
I’m unable to destroy the sun, but I sure as hell can stop the sunlight from touching my face.
I squeeze the festering bumps on my cheeks, pressing hard until they explode like volcanoes- Ha! They literally are volcanoes, spewing superheated gas and ash into the upper atmosphere.
All life will perish during a long, bleak, volcanic winter.
I don’t care. I’m just glad to get the sun off my face.
Glenn works as a support worker in community aged care. Fantasy and Sci-Fi are his favourite genres that he enjoys reading and wants to write about. Glenn wishes that the process of writing a short story was the same as eating a bowl of ice cream- every spoonful is a pleasant experience, and it’s all done in five minutes.