Standing in the overgrown field, Henry and his wife, Fay looked up at the remains of the Cold War decommissioned nuclear bunker poking out from the trees.
‘Why did you want to buy this place again?’ Fay asked.
‘It’s going to make the perfect shelter when the World War Three starts,’ he replied.
Fay frowned, ‘what are you talking about?’
Henry put his hands on his wife’s shoulders and stared into her eyes, ‘the Angels showed me. They led me here and promised we’d be safe.’
(Inspired by; https://crimsonprose.wordpress.com/2019/05/08/crimsons-creative-challenge-26/ with thanks).