Category : Stories

Sub Category : Drama

This is part of a story I've written, if anyone wants the rest let me know and I will post it. Hope you enjoy.

The world is going to end and yet people are fighting to get on airplanes? It's a global predicament yet people are still trying to fly out to where? There is no where safe.

"Come on! Give me a ticket! I know that big plane isn't full!"

"Sir, as I said, that plane is reserved. No one is going on it. Please step away."

At another counter across the airport..

"You don't understand, I'm begging you. I need to get home."

"I do understand sir. I'm just saying, there's nothing I can do."

So many people trying to get out and here I am, not caring. The world is ending and I don't care. My world ended when I lost my wife. She was my world. I came here to this airport because it's where I met her. My world. Now it's where I say my final goodbye.

"Sir?"

"Yes? Are you speaking to me?"

"If you are not traveling you need to leave."

"Where should I go? Haven't you noticed the world is ending?"

"I'm not sure sir but there are many people waiting. You need to leave."

"Of course. I'll go."

I quietly leave. I don't have any luggage so I just walk out into the chaos. So many people fighting for cabs, cars or hell I see a few getting on bikes. I just shake my head and walk down the street. I've no destination, nothing will save me. It is the end of the world after all.

"Hey! Where are you going!"

I stop in my tracks and turn to see a beautiful brunette heading for me. I quickly assume she is seeking out someone behind me because I've never had any luck with women like her outside my loving wife. 

"No where is safe so I'm just walking."

"Let me join you. I'm tired of that crap inside."

I suddenly recognize her as the ticket lady who was trying to help as many as she could. Often just giving away open seats on planes. She brushes her fingers through her hair and takes a deep breath before speaking again

"Where is a quiet place? I don't know this city. Just moved here and was getting excited about exploring when all this happened."

"Any family?"

"No. Dad died few years back and I hate my mom. Had two sisters but they disowned me after dad. That's why I moved here."

"Wow, I'm sorry for your loss. My wife thankfully died three years ago. I say thankfully because trying to live through this would have only been more pain. She's in peace now."

Absentmindedly I turn and head for the park where we went as kids. This city is my home. This is where my wife lies. I will not leave. I will die here. She speaks again

"My name is Rachel. What's yours?"

"Anthony Lord. My wife, her name was Rachel as well."

Rachel smiles and brushes her hair away from her face. Her eyes shine a bright green. Quite remarkable. 

"Are you my wife, coming to take me home?"

I laugh as I say it for I know it is absolutely absurd. Her silence gives me cause to stop and look upon her.

"No, I'm not Anthony. You are very much alive."

I sigh in defeat. For a moment I had a grand feeling of standing with my wife once more. I nod and turn to continue to the park before it gets to dark to see. Thankfully I have nothing else to say and the journey is over quickly.