I picked my son up.

As I drove home, I peered at him. He looked like my son but he smelled different, talked different, and his smile was so wrong.

As we sat at traffic lights, I received a text: Dad, where are you?

That was how the world ended.

Steve Coverdale is an Englishman living in Nova Scotia. He keeps trying to write short stories with a happy ending but keeps on getting dragged back to the dark side.