Short Story: The day we all died.

It seems simple to state but needs stating: as death spread among all of us silence followed closely.

Big cities fell quiet first. Solitary figures cut down mid-stride on arterial roads heading to the country.

No warning, no war, no newsflash, no time for a jingle and special intro, just cameras refocussed on the floor and silence from the anchor. In time the power would fail.

Order would return to everything.Cows nudged at limp hands. Dogs took an experimental nip. The breeze remained unchanged. This was just something that new that happened quickly to all of us, sparing no one.

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