The Last Selfie

It was a glorious sunset. 
The mountain ridge trail was crowded with bodies standing back to the cliff’s edge, balancing precariously, feet halfway into space, all trying for the perfect shot. 
From below the horizon, a purple cloud poked a slender finger up into the orange sky. It blossomed outward, adding the final touch of perfection.
“Look at that.” 
“Wow.” 
“Never saw a cloud like that!”
“Bet it gets a hundred likes.”
In a frenzy, buttons were pushed, and videos taken of darkly smiling silhouettes against the glowing sky and the expanding mushroom cloud.

E.E. King