the following is a work of fiction. It's obviously not real and by extension... not autobigraphical. intellectual property rights apply. I This has no serious aspirations for ever being published... I was just tooling around. for your pleasure!


...Perhaps it was because my mind was a drift. Behind us about Seven Kilometers a mushroom cloud ascends into the upper atmosphere gracefully like a tremendous ugly bird.

We’re far enough away to not be hit by the initial shock wave and to be afraid of flash burn would be a joke hiding behind the side of a Wall-mart as we are. Besides the flash went off moments ago. Its the first thing we became aware of, you and I.

But we aren't far enough to escape the Gamma radiation. We’ll be ingesting alpha and beta particles in just a little bit, too. And we know it. You light a cigarette and its the first sound I really hear. The jarring crack of the intial detonation means nothing to the flip of your lighter and the hiss of the minuscule flame.

There isn't enough time to find decent shelter. You and I will die out here. I look over at you. You look over at me. I can't tell you what my eyes are like or if it's even important but in yours I see a heaviness a fatigue. Or is it a deep thoughtfulness.

Derelict cars sit beached upon the sidewalks from where the denizens of this town tryed to bypass traffic in an evacuation that petered out hours ago. But our lives, you could say ended hours ago.

A few solitary figures wander the streets like ghosts. They stare up at the mushroom cloud now. They stare at us too. Idiots.

And although its probably too late we need to find some kind of shelter if only to die in it. The winds may be blowing just right. We could live.... you never know.

I hate you and the way you write so awesomely... : ) You should write the other characters perspective as well that would be cool...
» aisforapple on 2005-09-19 02:58:53

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