Another Self-Contained Fable of Phil and Cassandra:
Phil dropped to the floor exhausted. As he lay there he looked up at the white ceiling and wondered why the fuck he kept at it.
This world was about to die in a massive solar flare and he knew it. He also knew he couldn’t stop it.
So he sat up finally. Walked over to the window and faced the sun.
“Bring it Sol,” he stated.
Sol brought it.
Phil’s body vanished in the raging light of oblivion.