I still wear my watch, though it stopped precisely when (what we Survivors jokingly call) the Apocalypse began. That was three sunrises ago. My body is still adjusting to waking up with the birds. I was used to seeing the sun peek above the horizon right before I turned in my driveway, coming home from third shift.
But I no longer have a job; none of us do. Our cars sit empty and useless. Our homes are cold and dark. Now all the electronic gadgetry we relied so heavily on is mere clutter. Those of us 'backward' folk with wells and wood stoves are the only ones you stayed. The rest- well, some of them, upon 'discovering' that they 'missed out' on the rapture- lost their diehard faith in more ways that one.
I think we all cried the first day; we did little else but wonder if we could have done something different to change just one thing. But would any of those changes have made a difference? The pathway to Hell was presumed to be paved in increments, was it not? No matter now, this remnant of reality was ours to develop or destroy.
So we took up our lives, grateful for the second chance. Or third, if you're counting. Or any number, really, given our continued rebuff of admonishments from numerous prophecies. One never knows when it'll be the last opportunity, after all.
We planted crops from seeds, praying that the scientists hadn't screwed up all their genes. Our God-play had come to an abrupt rude ending, shocking some who couldn't comprehend the folly of our roleplay. For the others, we understood. Some of us were prepared for what we knew was only symbolic prophecy.
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Wow! Such precise and particular images of devastation! Rather reminded me of the recent hurricane and what Galveston is still like several weeks later -- no work, no power, and the loss of faith (in Whatever!) I loved your last line, about symbolic prophecy, but can't tell if it was ironic or not. A great read, left me wanting more.
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and there will be more... this is just the introduction.
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grants some room for hope here i thought... and humor. glad i stopped by for the read. love the prose.
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so skillfull. unique. thought provoking and straight up SICK. haha =]
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I love to cook on a wood stove or just a fire in a hole however the end is so near keep doing well
love the rev papa
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