End of the World, According to the Moon

100-word story

At the end of a bad day, desperate to get away from it all, I said “Fuck it,” and stuck my head in the sand. 

All the way in. Well past my ears. 

Know what I saw? 

Cigarette butts and plastic bags. 

Lunging upward for air, lungs bursting, I overshot the surface and landed atop the clouds. Right next to the moon. 

He was taking a well-deserved smoke break.

Moo…