The Last Sunset

Aug 12, 2023 | Microfiction, Short Fiction

The sun set for the last time, and darkness consumed the earth. It wasn’t natural. Nothing was anymore. The entire world had been counting down the days until the last sunset. But nothing could truly prepare the population for what they would experience when it actually happened. Scientists had tried to explain what the sensation of true darkness would feel like. Nobody listened. Everyone believed that it would be better than they said. Everyone was wrong, of course.

Not only was the sun gone, but so were the stars, the moon. There was nothing left in the sky. The only thing to see was blackness. It was an abyss unlike any other. If there was anything left out there no one would know it. The only light now was that which was generated by electricity. Granted, the heaviness of the last sunset was shrouded but the fact that there was still technically light. But there wouldn’t be for much longer. All of the gifts nature had given the world would soon disappear. The sun was just the beginning.

It wasn’t supposed to be this way. But someone got greedy and someone else got greedier. In other words, science was advancing quickly, and everyone was looking for the next big thing. Trying to mine resources from the sun was one of the more extreme tactics. If it had worked it would have been extraordinary, but it didn’t. The only thing that the entrepreneurs in space had accomplished was, well, destroying the sun. It died slowly, over the course of several months.

They were famous though. That was all that truly mattered to people racing to the top, after all. They wanted to be household names. And they’d accomplished that, albeit not for the reason they’d hoped. As it turned out, there was such a thing as too many resources. Two wealthy businessmen had affectively damned the entire world.