FICTION posted by onlysecond
They say the world just ended. Nobody really knew how or why or exactly when it happened. Sometime last night, probably, when everyone was sound asleep. No one was warned. It was just, done. A flash across the sky, an explosion that had sounded so far away. No one thought, “This is it.” No one thought the earth would open up or that the town would go up in flames.
It’s all so quiet. There’s no sound, not even of a leaf falling to the ground, or of a breath being taken. No one even got to take out their placards and scream about the apocalypse. Everything went still in a moment.
Is it Judgment Day? Maybe God finally picked His lot. Maybe He spared His chosen ones, the ones who would go on and keep living. Maybe we were chosen to begin again.
And yet, as I sit here atop a pile of rubble I used to call home, staring at a starless, 10 p.m. sky at 8 in the morning, as I sit here bleeding from minor nicks and cuts, as I sit here, a few feet away from my best friend who put me under him, who bore the brunt of the impact and kissed my nose before he closed his eyes, I wonder if God really spared me.
I’m sitting here, barely bruised, with a pulse, while the only person who ever completed me lies a few feet away, so still, so silent. So peaceful I want to kick him and yell at him and demand he get up.
Yes, I think they were right. The world did end last night.
