Posted by : Kai | April 5, 2014
This serial fiction will eventually be collected, expanded upon and posted, free in eBook format, but for now, enjoy and let me know what you think!
As if it was a joke. We whistled past that graveyard, that’s for sure. It was on the radio, more. Much more than I remember. It was even appearing in the background of the news reports, at the protests.
For me, it started with a kiss. My husband leaving to go on a trip. He’d been called at god-awful o’clock, waking muzzily to his phone vibrating it’s way off the bedside table, and onto the floor. It rattled under the bed, then fell silent. I sort of remember coming out of a deep sleep suddenly as Jake sat upright, and I rolled over to ask what was wrong. He patted my arm, cursing and reaching under the bed with his other arm. I settled back.
Then, he was shaking me awake.
“I have to go into work today love,” he said. His voice was raspy with sleep, and his eyes were wide. Even in the soft light of the lamp on his bedside table, he looked too pale.
“What…what time is it?” I slurred. He smiled.
“4am…more or less,”
“Sunday morning? Ugh,”
“Yeah, ugh,” he agreed, kissing my nose. “I’ll get packed. I shouldn’t be more than a day or two,” he added, climbing out of bed.
I went back to sleep.
I’d been restless for the last few nights anyway – we’d constantly been bombarded with how if x state resisted takeover by y forces, the world was teetering. Jake had been watching and devouring and reading everything lately about the Doomsday clock, and had been telling me a lot about why the world, in general, was heading towards the clock changing, and not for the better. I remembered that a few weeks before, there had been a fervour – the clock had ticked forward. A few ticks in fact. I couldn’t understand what was wrong. Me, I was wrapped up in my thesis – I’d already said that I wasn’t reading anything that he gave me. I couldn’t. I was buried in my own stuff, and to be honest, I had a personal rule not to pay attention to the news.
Ironic really. I was completely immersed in an online community, but we didn’t talk about the world around you. We were insulated enough, most of the time. Of course, I saw stuff when it appeared online, in my feeds, but I was pretty much off that too.
I woke to that song. Y’know, the perky, upbeat song, talking about the end of the world? REM blaring out of my alarm clock. I rolled over, and for a minute, I thought I’d been dreaming. I got out of bed, and it was only once I was brushing my teeth that I saw Jake’s stuff was missing. As was the first aid kit. I blinked. There was a rack on the wall, and it wasn’t hooked into there any more.
“Ok. That’s bad.” I said around my toothbrush.
And then, I heard the roar.