Note: Written for the Review Game's November Writing Challenge Contest. The prompt this month was "There is nothing like dream to create the future. Utopia to-day, flesh and blood tomorrow." -Victor Hugo
Hey Momma, look at me
I'm on my way to the promised land
-AC-DC 'Highway to Hell'
"Oh, if my momma could see me now..."
"What would she say?"
"Not much, I figure, through the ragin' screams. She'd be too shocked for words, seein' her angel baby 'fornicatin' out for all to see' and when she got past that I bet she'd try an' castrate you straight away."
"I for one am glad she ain't around, then."
"I dunno, I miss her sometimes. Like you always say we'll be livin' the dream and so far we are, baby, we're doin' pretty good."
"But I didn't grow up dreamin' of a world without momma, not 'til I was all old and wrinkly and got to put a few grandkids on her lap, y'know?"
"I know that dream. I always figured there'd be a great wall of pictures on my dad's living room wall of us and the kids fishing and hunting like when I grew up. We ain't gonna get that, though, sweets. Life just doesn't work that way, I guess."
"Well I'm not gonna stop dreamin' just because the world all went to shit."
"Yeah, world's always falling to shit, but there's always people like us who build it back up. We got a long way to go but I figure we can make a right paradise out of what we got here."
"No, baby, you got it all wrong. Look around here. We got trees and flowers and a lake with a little house; I think we've found paradise already. But we just gotta figure out what we want to do here. What's next?"
"You mean after a little more of that 'fornicatin' as your momma so nicely put it...?"
"After, before, between. Yeah. You and me, we got our own little world here an' now we can make it whatever we want. Is there anything else you always wanted to do growin' up? We can do it here."
"Well I always did like the idea of the white picket fence and kids playing in the yard."
"We can build a fence, then. We'll need one, won't we?"
"Nah, don't talk like that. Not all practical. Think of what you want. This is gonna be paradise and we won't let any of that shit of the world touch it, now or ever."
"And we'll have to find some neighbors so we can keep up with the Joneses."
"I never much liked the Joneses. Good thing they're gone now, huh?"
"Don't say that! What'd you just say about this no-shit paradise?"
"You're right, sweets, I'm sorry. Let me make it up to you."
"Nope, that's not going to work now. Mood's gone. You talked too much. Gonna have to work your magic all over again."
"Alright, take a walk with me, I'll show you my dream, you show me yours, and maybe we'll find-"
"Ohhh, that's not what I meant and you know it!"
"I know, but you look so pretty all naked and indignant like that. At least this whole apocalypse thing got us right."
"Yeah it did."
"So what say we go doublecheck the house is nice enough to live in and then we'll get to buildin' us a new civilization, you, me, and our big, fancy dreams."
"Just don't forget your shotgun, baby."
"Wouldn't dream of it, sweets."