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Where were you on the day the sun didn't rise?

I was in my kitchen making breakfast as I was every morning at that time. Up early. Get her ready for school. Make her a breakfast that was semi healthy but that she would actually eat. Get her ready for school and walk her there.

Same old.

Every day (well every week day).

Only today it was dark.

At first I thought that it was just overcast; it rains almost every day here.

Then I noticed it was properly dark. The street lights were off so the only light was that of the cars rushing past.

I didn't really think too much about it. Things seemed to be moving normally so  I just got her to school, got a coffee and waited to see how the rest of the day collapsed.

It was around dinner time when I realised something was wrong. It was still super dark. I turned on the news. It was being reported as an abnormality. Theories seemed to focus on dust in the air but it was something to be curious about rather than worried about.

I made some toast.

I could see the gym across the road was open so went there as per usual and did my thing. There used to be music blaring out while I did my thing but not so much any more since the residents (not me) set the council on them. Who opens a gym in the middle of a residential area?

Now they had a solitary radio whispering out the hits while people grunted and groaned about lifting weights. I stayed there as long as I could be bothered and then I went home.I put some washing in and then went to fetch her back from school.

In the dark.


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