The three gloomy men sit in silence, holding their glasses. Strange enough, they haven’t taken a sip yet.
“To our destiny…”, finally the wise one raise his glass.
This evening is not like any other. Tomorrow they will not see the sun, quite literally.
The earth, they hear, will go rogue. Whether earth gets embraced by another welcoming star or not, it all depends on earth’s ”Destiny”.
This post is written for Friday Fictioneer hosted by Rochelle.