They sat in a semi-circle on the grass. One child on It’s lap looking up into the hooded void. The whole scene set like something from The Children’s Bible. Lambs running about, a few bunnies and field mice. There was a stone well nearby with a wooden bucket on a rope. The Great Scythe was leaning against a tree, the blade like a mirror, polished and glistening.
Glancing up from their glowing screens
– mom and dad nod goodbye to the kids.
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