I woke up this morning with this in my head. Oddly I was even dreaming it in a format of a narration but wow... I had to write it out, but what to do with it after? I have enough books in the working so I decided I'll make it a free read--Story Teaser. And viola! Here it is. Enjoy but dont get yourselves too spoiled and think I'll hatch these little eggs all the time, but it may be the start of them.
by de Gerardo
Today
was the day. The day the silent had waited and dreaded. The day some said would
come and the other half refused to believe.
But
it did come and did so today. I woke up so many hours ago mind you, startled
from a deep slumber in my lover’s arms. The morning light had just barely tried
to peek past the heavy curtains of our bedroom. So I tell you it was not the
morning light that woke me but the violent shaking of the bed. As it thrashed
shook and skidded across the floor. As did everything else in the room. Our entire
surroundings seemed to hum with a loud white noise of chaos. My arms
immediately clinging to both bed and David.
“Oh
my god! You have earth quakes in London?” I remember stammering as he held
tight to me. Pulling my body closer to shelter me. Of course I knew that wasn’t
true, yet the earth was moving… and moving… and it continued to move violently
for what seemed like an eternity.
That
hum grew louder, a cacophony of other terrifying sounds. Crashing, people shouting,
some screamed. There was the rumble of an explosion somewhere in the near
distance. Another something sounded as if it had fallen from the sky. All
sounds swallowed up by the mass hum in my ears. I could only hold on grateful to
the soft padding of the mattress. Even as I felt the structure of the build
buckle underneath us and my head on no will power of my own slammed face down
in the padding I was grateful.
And
the horrific finally came. A sound like a roar of ripping and tearing, a sound
so great and loud I could place a thousand words before your eyes and still not
come close to describing it. It was as if the world jerked hard to the right doing
its Pagani Zonda Roadster impersonation 0-60 in 2.5 seconds then slammed on the
breaks. It was that fraction of a second everything in the room slammed against
the wall taking David and I with it, thrown from the bed and into the wall.
And
then everything was eerily silent. It was done.
That
was several hours ago maybe even more. David was pacing across the back
courtyard of our flat trying to reach someone anyone
on
his cell phone. Like everyone else in the world was likely trying to do. I just
sat on one of the stone garden benches watching the sun cross the sky in the wrong direction.
He
thought I was in shock. Shocked yes, but I knew what had happened. Had always
known it would happen yet I had hoped the other half were the ones who were
right.
After
several hundred more failed attempts he knelt before me. Checking in on me.
Like a blanket of joy he was even
now. My eyes filled with the tears I fought not to shed.
“Baby?
Are you okay? What is it?” gleaming blue eyes looked up at me. Fear and worry
filled them creating lines over his face. His hand touched my cheek looking for
the connection that said everything would be okay. This was just a nightmare
and we’d both wake up back in our bed. His aroused body prodding the small of
my back and of course I always surrender to it, because it was so good.
I
would have rather made love to him that moment than tell him the truth. My
beautiful man so sweet and
innocent. He was one of the non-believers. And I had long since learned to keep
silent of what I believed and knew to be true. I grew up the black sheep of my
family, my school, my work my
life. When I met David he was so gentle so protective. Not like a warrior but
the rescuer who wraps a warm blanket around you, shielding you from the cold
and the darkness. I loved that bliss he offered me I never said a word, not one.
Never wanting to be the black sheep to him. It was the perfect respite before
truth came and found me.
“Talk
to me baby.” He whispered. I couldn’t refuse him. I never could.
“The
earth flipped.” my voice cracked with the words I didn’t want to speak in the
first place. He blinked. Poor David he thought his precious little girlfriend
had flipped, but couldn’t argue with it at the moment. He raised and drew me
in. Pressing me to his chest. Surrounding me with his warm hands. And the tears
fell. Inside my warm blanket of David, I couldn’t help but peak out to the
horrors that surrounded us. Several pillars of black smoke lined the horizon.
Buildings damaged, some gone. Even the small building of our flat was leaning
dangerously and would likely fall in the aftershocks that strangely didn’t come.
I could hear people talking in the street around front. Sirens blared from
every direction. But there was no communication systems up and running. Not the
phones, not the telley, not even the radio.
It
was Armageddon without the war. That was what would come next. But not in the
name of god or over race. This time war would be about baser needs and at
smaller levels like gangs fighting for shelter, water, food and ammunitions.
I
thought about my family back in the states. Did they survive? That’s was where
I was supposed to be. That was where I knew how to survive. But that wasn’t where
I was just now. And my dear sweet David was about to get a dark slap of
reality.
“Shhh
everything’s going to be fine. You’ll see.” He lied so tenderly to me. I didn’t
even bother to squirm away from his lies.
“David?”
I barely got his name out. I really was on the edge of sobbing. I hated this
moment.
“Yes
baby?" I felt his lips press at the top of my head. I could have closed my eyes
then and pretend he was right. I wanted to do that, just as I had for the last year,
but I couldn’t. He needed to open his eyes. And I mine.
“Which
way is west here?”
He
almost laughed, but then remember he thought I was in shock and he was my
protective blanket. “It’s that way rem
” he’d twisted to point at what had been west for us last night when
we went to bed, but froze pointing in its direction. Awareness that instant of
the setting sun shining on his back. He refused to look and I refused to hold
my sobbing in any longer.
Talon p.s.
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Teasers’
Talon’s Fictions of Dark Fantasy and
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