The Clock

THERE WAS WAR!

No one knows who started it, and afterwards there was no one to care.

Utter destruction rained down on the Earth as no other rain had ever fallen. Bombs fell down as the very rain itself fell, and they kept on falling, and falling.

The very Earth itself cried out in pain.

Mountains where reduced to rubble, and the rubble itself was reduced to small stones. Boulders, they where reduced to pebbles smaller than those found on the beech.

City after city was raised to the ground. Once beautiful towns were wiped clean off this land never, ever, to be seen again. In a way that was totally unforgivable, the countryside was laid waste more barren than the wastelands of Africa.

Vast lakes and rivers dried up, the polar ice caps melted, whole coastlines changed whilst others disappeared completely. Whole continents moved, the San Andreas fault became a canyon to dwarf the Grand, the Alps became less than hills, the Rockies less than rubble.

And yet, the bombs still rained down.

A very long time later

Way, way afterwards

In amongst the carnage, in amongst the most desolate of the destruction

A

Clock

Ticked

On……….