The End (100 word story)

It was the lightest of touches. Hardly what you would call a ‘push’ at all – little more even than an instant of contact. It was just a touch. And yet it sent people running, screaming, desperately trying to hide themselves. They huddled together inside or under anything – anything that might protect them, that might keep them safe. This fear had long been suppressed, concealed beneath a thin veneer of diversion and distraction. And with just a touch, the fear was unleashed, if only for a few minutes, before it died forever. And then came the end.