2025 February Flash Fiction Challenge: Day 20

For today’s prompt, write about the day the world was supposed to end.

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Here’s my attempt at a story set the day the world is supposed to end:

The Last Day

The day the world was supposed to end, they did all the things they’d never allowed themselves to do. She bought three kinds of fancy cakes—the kind you see people making on Instagram, not the grocery store sheet cakes of the birthdays and anniversaries past—and dished them out onto the good China which they’d never eaten on in all the years they’d had them. He slipped into a lacy thong, a silken robe, a pair of heels ordered from Amazon for this express purpose. She did his makeup and got turned on by the lipstick smeared across her thighs. He fed her by the fistful, watching her laugh as the raspberry jam dripped down her chin to her bare breasts. They danced and kissed and cried, making love on the dining room table as loudly as they wanted, telling each other all the things they’d never told each other before, too embarrassed or afraid of being turned away. That day, they looked at each other the way a gemologist appraises a perfectly cut diamond; awed at each new facet revealed.