Spores of life #99wordstory

Rays of the sun broke through the morning mist which was thicker this morning. The spores were ready for it. They were in preparation since what seemed eternity. The ash had descended slowly and surely once the mushroom had disintegrated. The flash was blinding, as blind as the fingers that pressed that button. Revenge and human nature was the recipe of destruction beyond human capacity and imagination. The arsenal kept for that eventuality was unleashed. The spores were the final hope for the living. The sunshine riding on the human hope released the spores. The life would begin again.
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