by Jay R. Thurston
A clock rested, silent and still.
Dual glows emerged against a black backdrop. A silhouette of fingers in orange light flickered across the young faces of their wielders.
“It worked,” Eve spoke.
“I had no doubt,” her twin Dawn responded.
“Let’s combine them.”
Eve offered her fiery sphere.
Dawn rejected. “Not like that. Let’s give it some spark. Have them meet mid-air.”
“You’re crazy. That’ll kill us.”
“Stop being overdramatic. One quick flash and it will be over.”
“It’s going to backlash, Dawn.”
“Nothing will be destroyed.” Dawn’s giggle diminished as she stepped backwards. Her fireball shrunk in Eve’s eye. “Make space if you’re worried about backlash.”
“Let’s do this. It’s getting hot to hold.” Eve shifted her weight. Her sister mimicked a reflection across the dark expanse.
“I’ve been ready.”
Both girls thrust their glowing spheres towards the other; their visages claimed in trailing blackness. The projectiles soared through the empty void, closer and closer.
Light bleached the heavens. A roaring explosion of epic magnitude sent embers awry in every direction. Particles of light sped outward, toward oblivion. Deafening rumbles subsided, until the contact point rid itself of smoke and the last debris.
The ultimate silence gave way to a quick and steady repetition of sound.
Tick… Tick… Tick…