Outside their window the sun was rising. It rose so high that soon it was just a distant speck, the faintest star in the sky, and then it disappeared entirely. Outside their window the world grew dark and turned to ice. With nothing more to see, they closed the curtains.
Sam Hall is a young writer from England.
Lots of layers in this wonderful, brief story. Makes me think of Ray Bradbury’s “The Last Night of the World.”
I love that story, the most peaceful apocalypse one could imagine.