Conspiracy

PHOTO PROMPT © C.E. Ayr 

As the clouds gathered above the Journalism building, I started to pack.  Because of who my parents were, I had always been suspicious.  While I didn’t believe in conspiracy theories, I knew which theories were floating around town at any given time.  But this one, I knew this one was real.  I wasn’t sure how I knew this was the end of the world, but it was.  As I grabbed my favorite pen, I stopped in my tracks.  James was here and I knew where to go to survive.  He was the ultimate survivalist.  And unfortunately, my father. 

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