It’s the end of the world again on Drabble Wednesday...
Apparently it snowed when I wasn't looking.
Literally everywhere in the world.
The entire planet’s covered in a blanket of white, and temperatures have dropped below freezing. It happened here overnight. The sun set on a beautiful summer day and the next morning I opened the curtains to winter. Other places saw it coming. The news is full of speculation and people are freaking.
Me, I dug my parka and snow boots out of the closet, and checked the generator. The storm cellar’s full of provisions and I’m all set.
Guess being a survivalist ain’t so crazy after all.
One small second.
Until it is slowed, broken down into eternity.
Then it lasts a lifetime. A thousand lifetimes.
Spun out like cotton candy unraveled.
I am glad of that.
This moment should last, as long as possible.
It is a fleeting monument to hubris, guilt and regrets. It is my duty to value this transitory instant, to hold it, walk through it, study it, as the universe unspools.
The consequence is mine. I knew the risks when I threw the switch.
I knew the world, the universe could burn, that time itself could cease.
And now it has.
We never listened.
We had warnings. We had so many warnings. But we ignored all of them. Took everything for granted. Thought we were so superior.
But we’re not.
We never were.
Now we pay for our arrogance.
Now we wait.
The end will come differently, depending where you lived on this earth. Some areas are in drought, some experienced earthquakes, volcanic activity hit other places.
Me, I’m waiting to drown. The already high water levels are about to experience a super tsunami. No way to outrun it in time.
So I wait to die.
No one gets out alive.
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