These things tend to be short pieces that may or may not be the beginning of something else. Originally they were 101 words only. I’m less strict about that now. They dont always finish, I just like to try and evoke a certain feeling or scene.
I’m going to tie them to M’s prompts this month. The prompt was “It went off with a bang and a hiss”. What followed was this.
Sylvester sat in his favourite chair and watched, mouth wide and bowels churning as the end of the world arrived. His first thoughts as he watched events on the television unfold was that it was a Tuesday, and if Armageddon was going to arrive on any day his money would not have been on a Tuesday. If he was a gambling man, which he was not, he would likely have plumped for a Friday afternoon because Friday was wholly more interesting as a day than a Tuesday and far more likely to deliver events of interest. Even a Monday would have been worth a few dollars as a side bet given its position as one of the least favourite days but no, he would most definitely not have picked a Tuesday.
“Charlotte” he called shifting uncomfortably in his chair, “Charlotte I think you might want to come through and take a look at this.”
“Must I really” his wife replied from the kitchen sounding a little flustered. “I really want to get these pies in the oven. Can’t it wait?” She was a patient woman for the most part but his constant hollering from the comfort of his chair made her want to smother him in his sleep.
Sylvester continued to watch the television and turned up the volume.
“That’s a bit loud” Charlotte shouted. He really needed to wear his hearing aid more often. She paused for a moment listening. “Did they just say something about an attack?” She asked. Sylvester did not reply. “Sylvester, what’s going on?” she shouted. “Sylvester?”
“Confound it woman” he snapped turning in his chair and shouting back across to the kitchen , “you need to come and look damn it. The pies can wait.”
He heard the oven close and his silver haired wife shuffled through from the kitchen, her ‘Grandma Knows Best’ apron covered in flour and wiping her hands on a dish cloth.
“Oh my” she said looking at the screen as she approached, her face a mix of shock and confusion. “Is that a…?” Her voice trailed off. She sat forward and then spoke again. “Are they..?” she continued but again she didn’t quite have the words and they were left hanging in the air more in hope more than expectation
“Ahuh” Sylvester replied as Charlotte sat down slowly in the chair next to him.
“And what are all those red dots on the map?” she asked pointing to the screen as a graphic flashed across it.
“Same thing all across the planet” Sylvester answered quite matter of fact. “Looks like this is it Lottie…”
Charlotte picked up the Bible from the small table next to her chair, placed in it her lap and folded her hands together on tip of it. “I don’t think this is in the Good Book.” She said without turning towards Sylvester, her eyes fixed on the screen. “What’s going on Sylvester?” She asked.
“End of the world, that’s what it is” He answered standing up and heading over to the drinks cabinet.
“On a Tuesday?” she asked shaking her head. “Make mine a double.”