News
reporters were covering news of the Russian airstrike in New York. No one knew
what provoked this incident. No one knew anything. But naturally the mainstream
media was taking it out of context, blowing it out of proportion, and using it
as a political crowbar against anyone who opposed them, and they’re opinions.
Stephan
Phillips clicked off his ten year old, tube TV. Sick of all the words people
said. Hoping that Jesus would come back and just save all the people who
deserved it, If anyone truly did. Or maybe everyone would just shut their
mouths, and keep their ideas to themselves.
Mumbling
under his breath “Hipcrits.” He stood up and walked across his small ranch
house into his bathroom, and looked at himself in the mirror. He was getting
old, thirty-six years of age. He noticed wrinkles above his eyes, played around
with them.
“Hon, Would
you like to cut the turkey?” His wife yelled from in the kitchen.
“In a
minute!” He didn’t want to cut the turkey, but he always did, he didn’t want to
ruin Nana’s happiness with his grumpiness.
He opened
the door and slowly made his way down the hall. No noticed the paper on the
floor by the front door. “Rabies infest research facility, in Greenland.”
He spoke in
his deep, weak, voice “Yeah, right. Next thing we know they will be saying
stuff about Zombies, may the Lord of pity on this generation.”
He walked
into the kitchen, rather humble. No dishwasher. The sink had been newly
remodeled, with a chrome faucet. He opened up the drawer, with rusted gliders,
and grabbed a semi-dull knife; and started slicing the turkey into pieces.
Sarah spoke
in her soft voice, “Honey, I’ve needed to talk to you.” She seemed, to pity
herself. Was she sleeping with another man?
There was a
long pause; she was waiting for him, “Go ahead, what is it?” He dreaded saying
these words.
“Um, I’m
moving out of the house. I haven’t worked through the details. But I’m leaving
tonight, after dinner.” She spat these words out with no shame at all. She was
obviously over him already.
He wasn’t
sure if now was a good time to ruin her happiness, with his grumpiness. But he
didn’t want this to happen. They’ve been married since their early twenties.
They’ve gone through so much.
He spoke,
“Hon, look, I don’t wan’t this to happ-“
She
interrupted, “What was that? I can’t hear you!” Here she goes… “All you do is
sit around, mumbling, and watching TV. You don’t even keep up the farm anymore.
What’s your secret, Laziness? I’m leaving you, and I don’t even know where I’m
going! But as long as it’s away from You, I do-“
His turn to
talk, “Well then get out! Do you have to sit there pointing fingers at me? See
if I care! I’m getting old! I can only do so much, with these crippled hands!”
His argument was weak, if this was happening he just needed to let go.
She stood up
and started down the hall to the bedroom, “I’m leaving tonight and there is
nothing you can do about it; unless I see change in your heart, right now!”
He just
stood there in the kitchen holding the knife, pondering what he could do, to
change this. He still loved her, though she had no desire to be there any
longer with him.
She stormed
down the hall and left some bags by the door. She opened the small closet,
exposing her many jackets, and his one pair of shoes. She sat on the stairway
leading up, while putting her shoes on; glaring at him. She sighed hard, and opened
the door.
It opened
with intensity, slammed against the wall, ouch. She stormed out, and slammed it
closed. “Don’t ask me to come back. Our memories are gone. I hate what we used
to have!”
He stood and
paced to the door with intensity, he opened it up and saw her closing the trunk
to her car, his car. “Hon, that’s not you’-“
“Do not,
call me hon. I am not your hon! And screw you, I’m taking the car!” She sat in
the car.
He stood there,
a single tear fell down his cheek. Was this really happening, all so fast.
“Fine, take the car. I won’t need it anyways.”
She turned
on the car, looked at him, and then shrugged; and started driving down the long
curvy dirt road. The emotions felt exactly like that; like a curvy road, of
perfection, and suddenly a cliff, and she grew wings, and left him for dead.
Just then,
he felt a strong gust of wind, forcing him back inside. He scrambled to his
feet. Flung the door back open, and ran out into is lawn, or what was remaining
of the grass. Another gust caught his feet and sent him to his knees. He heard
a crack in the sky, he covered his ears. Was this lighting?
Looking into
the sky her saw a blue beam of light reign from the sky, it slammed into the
ground with an impact so great, that the sound alone threw him into a shock.
Laying on his back he looked up into the cloudy sky, and red flaming rocks were
falling from the sky and slamming into the earth’s surface. Was this the end?
He stood,
motionless. He couldn’t hear anything. He looked to where Sarah was driving.
There was dust clearing away from where one of the rocks had fallen. Trees
separated on the side of the road, just as the dust was clearing he saw the
side of the blue sedan she has stolen, underneath the boulders. This was a
dream, it just had to be.
Another
quake in the earth sent a shockwave from the beam in the ground, totally
evaporating all boulders around; and sent the crushed car flying. He could
barely see the shape of Sarah’s head inside of the car, he heard a faint
scream. And just then, only twenty feet from him, another Blue beam fell from
the sky and completely disintegrated the car.
“No, Sarah!
No! This isn’t happening, first the divorce, then this. He needed to get out of
here. And Fast.
He turned
and ran into his house, the door off its hinges and on the floor. He ran down
the hall, and threw the old scratched up door off its hinges. Moving around it,
he stumbled down the stairs, and opened the door to the walk in freezer. He
should be safe here, for now. Flicked on the lights, slammed the door shut
behind him. This was his new home.
He could
still hear the noises, the lasers, and the chaos. Everything was going wrong,
only fifteen minutes ago he was watching the news. He wondered if this was the
only place that this was happening. Who was doing this? Was this China?
England? He had no clue. All he needed to do was survive.
