Tweet of the Day: Does Reality TV Portend the End of the World?
The most excellent Emmie Mears of the blog of the same name put together an excellent little flash story contest about the End of the World. Go over there, check out the rules and post your own entry before times runs out for all of us (ends July 30th.)
And now to re-post my entry in said contest, I hope you like it.
The Best Seat in the House
The view from the Copula was the best seat on the Earth. Except that I wasn’t on Earth but two hundred miles above it. I checked the countdown on my pad.
Impact in 24:17:09
I switched the damn thing off before it reached 00 seconds. Lindsey McKenzie rested against the window frame.
“So, any plans for the last twenty-four?” she said. Her gaze drifted to the blue ocean below. Vast dust clouds stretched from the Sahara, across the Atlantic into the Caribbean basin.
“I thought I would just drink some of Sergei juice and vodka mix until we ran out and then, oh I don’t know, ask for some company, regs be dammed,” I said.
Her light brown hair dance around her head, “You can’t be serious.”
“I’m not taking the damned pills, Lin. And, well this is it, isn’t it?”
Her eyes welled up, “What about your family, and mine and…” She blinked. Tiny translucent spheres leaked from her eyes, like pearls suspended in mid air. A few of mine merged with hers into bigger droplets that flew past her nose.
“Of course I do, but you know the score, Lin. It can’t be help. I prefer to go down laughing than crying, don’t you?” And at that moment, with Mother Earth below me, I said my last silent goodbye.
Sergei popped up on the hatch above us, “Here, have the first batch on me!” He threw a pair of Kool-Aid packs “enhanced” with Russian vodka.
Juice in hand she tugged at my collar, “Let’s make it a good one.” Lips pressed together, arms sought flesh under clothes. And somewhere in the labyrinthine perch above our home a music player played a familiar tune.
It’s the end of the world as we know it….