Tempest

The green sky sucks up the air. Spits it out in furious, twisting wind. Trees bend in reverence. Animals scurry in fear. Flash, boom, the ground trembles. Clouds rupture. Rain rushes down in torrents, smacking all in its path. It’s the end of the world. Again.

Phil Goldberg is an avid Pickleball player, Wordle lover, and a fiction writer with many stories published.