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The Tale of Guy Hodgson

The air raid sirens began as a low, mournful moan that curdled into a piercing, rhythmic shriek, tearing through the evening stillness. Within seconds, the city succumbed to a frantic, primal chaos. All of hell’s frenzied furnaced music was let loose; the sky above splintered into flashes of unnatural, strobing brilliance, and the ground buckled under the rhythmic thuds of incoming enemy drones and missiles.

Amidst the screaming steel and the collapsing facades of brick and mortar, Guy Hodgson knelt frozen in the centre of the small garden behind his terraced home. He realised with a clarity that bordered on the transcendent that the past had evaporated. The faces of his mother, the warmth of a kitchen hearth, and the dusty golden light of a childhood summer were nothing more than flickers of a dying candle—memories that burned briefly, searing his mind before being extinguished by the encroaching numbing darkness.

There was no longer a future to calculate, no plans to forge, and no salvation to bargain for. The luxury of “later” had been incinerated. As the roar of the firestorm grew deafening, drowning out the frantic prayers of his neighbours, Guy drew a shallow, soot-filled breath. He pushed aside the phantom weight of what he had lost and the crushing finality of what he would never become. There was only the immediate, jagged present—a heartbeat, a tremor, a flash—and in that final, terrifying second, Guy Hodgson understood that there would be no tomorrow.

Story Attribution – Goff James – No Tomorrow 

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