Fallen
No one planned for the ocean to sit still after the moon had fallen; it sunk its head and called a mighty maelstrom to swallow those curious enough to look. It circles at the center of the triangle: Florida and most other southeastern states no longer exist. If you look deep down into the wreckage, you’ll find peace.
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I love how you’ve incorporated a sense of place in this flash fiction. Great images at play too. Have a wonderful day.