The
View
It
was a beautiful day. The wind blew softly in the direction of the Spaceship, less
than a mile away. Perhaps the
fumes would be blown away from us.
We had heard the news on Fred’s shortwave radio.
Spacecraft had landed everywhere, emitting a gas that drove people mad,
committing suicide in staggering numbers.
To
get a better view, Fred climbed up the Sterling Building, the highest point in
town. The Fire Company followed with a ladder.
After
the Fire Crew leapt to their deaths, I felt an irresistible urge to climb up
there, too.
“Oh, look, there goes Fred!”
“Oh, look, there goes Fred!”
I think I've smelled that sort of gas a time or two. :-) So far, just leaving the area has seemed to work.
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Dear Linda,
ReplyDeleteYour story is a gas! Sorry to hear your life is in such turmoil. Glad you're still writing though...therapy.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Nicely done - horrific but not without humour in that last line.
ReplyDeleteThere goes Fred! Nice to maintain that kind of attitude about the end of the world. But don't climb up, Linda!
ReplyDeleteThat's some powerful gas. What have those space people been eating? Fun story, Linda.
ReplyDeleteStay away from the ladder. Adjust your gas mask.
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