Note: “Night” is a drabble, a story of exactly 100 words.
by Stan Moor
At the end of time, the night sky dies. The stars run down like wind up toys. Some end in fire, others shudder shut. Their twinkles fade away, and the black of space darkens further. The constellations vanish. Asteroids and moons disappear from the heavens, and comets lose their tails. Galaxies turn to ash.
On Earth, the occasional shooting star streaks the barren sky. The frozen planet rests, calm, quiet, and dark. Day has departed with the last setting of the sun, and now night reigns supreme, though no longer bejeweled by the moon.
Then, someone turns on a light.