|December 21, 2012
Author: Merry Butterfly PM
Just another ordinary day after the end of the world...Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Suspense - Words: 420 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 1 - Published: 09-06-09 - Status: Complete - id: 2717458
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Coffee, cream, one itty bitty teaspoon of sugar. Hazy and indiscernible through the fragrant steam, a montage of news anchors and pundits flickered across the television screen.
"-crowds of believers continue to grow exponentially in Jerusalem as thousands prepare for what they believe to be the end of days-"
Maybe just one more...
"-tensions between Jews, Muslims and Christians are reaching boiling point. It is unknown if the state of Israel can provide sufficient police to control crowds should a riot occur-"
Ah, what the hell. Make it five.
"-meanwhile, here in the U.S. of A, miniature exoduses are taking place as survivalists stake claims on caves across the midwest, stocking up on food and water in anticipation of an environmental catastrophe as portrayed in 2008's "The Knowing" starring Nicholas Cage-"
"-join us live tonight, as we count down to what could be the greatest, and according to some, the LAST major spectacle in the history of the human race-"
The screen, a mid 1990's model as identified by its lack of LCD and the inability to be condensed to the size of a Pop-Tart, flickered off. Caroline had wrenched out the plug to make way for the toaster.
Yawning, she opened a paper.
DECEMBER 21, 2012! it screamed in big, bold letters. THE day of reckoning has come!
"Here, Sparta." Caroline sighed, rolling up the newspaper and handing it to her eagerly waiting pit bull. "Reverse fetch." She watched with a sleepy amusement as the dog trotted over to the recycle bin, and returned the New York Times to its original calling.
Coffee, cream, one itty bitty teaspoon of sugar. Hazy and indiscernible through the fragrant steam, a montage of news anchors and pundits flickered across the screen.
Baffled and stunned (and overwhelmingly alive), the reporters faced their audiences in rather an awkward position; some counting off the disappointment of an entire major world religion, some attempting to coax the spear-wielding 'survivors' out of their caves. A hapless few fiddled with their collars, denying that they had ever taken Nostradamus seriously in the first place.
Yawning, she opened the paper. "DECEMBER 22, 2012. WORLD STILL TURNING- FOR NOW: Studies may have misinterpreted Mayan Calendar, scholars say Startling actual doomsday prophecies from around the world conclude that the ACTUAL end of days may be December 19, 2019-"
"Here, Sparta." Caroline yawned, offering the paper to her eager pit bull. "Here we go again."
Just another ordinary day after the end of the world.