By Eric Delong
Paumanok Pete poked his head out of his burrow. February 2nd. Groundhog Day. Pete looked around. Clouds to the east covering the sun. No shadow.
Then, in the southeast, a blinding light, brighter than the sun, casting ghastly shadows. Pete squeaked and ducked back into his hole. The light dimmed to a fiery orange. Pete popped up, and in the distance, he saw a boiling, burning mushroom cloud rising higher and higher. The ground shook, roaring and rumbling like it was the end of the world.
Not just the predicted six weeks of cold weather, but a long, bitter, nuclear winter.
Whoa! Nicely done. I’ll never think of ground hog day quite the same…
Bleak but nicely done story of what we hope never comes to pass.
I wish reality were not so sad .