He builds The Ark, a huge silver cylindrical monstrosity, at the end of the garden.
Our lifesaver, he says. When the apocalypse comes.
It’s a deathtrap, she says. A metal coffin. If the ventilators stop working you’ll suffocate.
Later, when he’s inside, she unplugs the solar panels. Proving her point.
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A fifty-word story written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by the random word prompt “cylinder”
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