DECEMBER 22, 2012The Dark Rift they called it. We all waited for it, but we didn't anticipate it. It was a freight train looking to leap the track and level what we had come to know. Yesterday seemed to be the longest day of any of our lives.Blame it on a dead civilization, the Mayans (or were they a band of ancient extra-terrestrials), whatever they were, what was supposed to happen happened. The Rift.More correctly, The Galactic Alignment. It was the positioning of the December solstice sun with the Galactic equator. Occurring only once every 26,000 years, and was what the ancient Maya were pointing to with the 2012 end-date of their Long Count calendar. The Grand Eclipse; the mother of all. There was a small band of people left from the "Pact". I mean, let's be real. I wasn't about strapping on the Nikes and guzzling grape Kool-aid. If God wanted me that quickly, He was going to have to reach down and pluck me from this treadmill of life upon which He had placed me. Eight of us here. Me, three women, a teenage boy, two young girls, and Jenkins. Well, OK, it was Seven of us and the robot. The events of the past 24 hours were a whirlwind. Everything happened in a flash of eternity. The tides swelled. Electricity ceased to be. None of the habitation sectors were livable any more. Radio waves provided static, nothing more. We wandered in the darkness until the world ended.There was just one problem. We woke up this morning and things seemed very familiar. The earth continued to rotate. Sure it had a slight wobble, but it turned. The moon resumed its orbit and the sunlight flooded the open spaces. The world had ceased to exist. Or at least the world we knew.It was a revival; a renewal. The New Era had begun with high tides and no bells and whistles.Now we could do nothing but finally get it right this time. Jenkins agreed. We were getting too old for this shit!
Smiles!!! Enjoyed this, Walt!!
Oh, Walt. This is terrific. I have to tell you; you really need to compile all of these little fiction pieces into a collection, bind it up and present it as the one and only three minute vacation book. Think of it: hundreds of thousands of readers, reading in all of those places where words are wanted as distractions but time is short or space is. Take your pick. It could be a true pocketbook that would occupy a jacket nook, worn covers holding together each person's appreciation for a great little teaser story to wile away a moment or two.