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Tomorrow?
Winnie E. Williams
Winnie E. Williams
4 months ago

It was as though only four of them heard it, felt it, and saw it. They awoke in the same house, the world around them disheveled.


Knowing that something was coming, for one of the four, she struggled to imprint “xxx” on the door frame after hiding all the food thinking that this was the way to survive what was coming. 


“What are you doing?” They questioned her. After pushing and struggling. “This will protect us!” She cried out. 


The crashes outside were loud, their hearts raged within them - what were they going to do? 


“We need to go outside, we need to face this thing” It was an Asian man who had been studying God-knows-what books. “This is the end of the age as we know it - we have to go outside and see how we can save as many people as possible” 


Nobody cared about saving people, they wanted to save themselves- after much persuasion, three of them opened the door and stepped into the world. 


“You have to come with us” the three beckoned on the one. 


“I’ll come tomorrow” 


“What is a tomorrow?” 


The one shook her head and went back to sleep. 


The roads were split into two, the clouds were dark enough to obscure but bright enough to allow you stagger your way to the path- labels and names had fallen off buildings, painted walls were now darkened - the world looked like stale bread , expiring by the second. They gathered to come up with a plan of how they were going to tell everyone that the world was passing away.


“We can shout it”


“Let’s kidnap them and force them into safety” 


“We can simply tell them to look around”


As they came up with weird ways, the sounds of sirens, earthquakes, and destruction got louder, they spoke even louder - pressuring their brains to come up with something, anything. 


A woman walked up to them, clean clothes - washed hair and a big smile plastered on her face - she walked close to them and stood expectant. 


“Why are you guys - I don’t know, looking like you crawled out of a plane crash ?” She laughed at her joke. 


“The- the world is ending,” one of them told her.


“Which world? Nothing is ending here, In fact, I’m on my way out - I thought you guys were thespians or something with the whole costume” she maintained her smile. 


“Ma, look around - the world is dying, look at the buildings, the sky, can’t you hear the earthquakes? The end is here” another one tried again.


“You guys are really dramatists, at least try to wash your hair” She smiled again and walked off. 


“Wait, this is ridiculous- is this world even ending?” part of the three voiced out as she watched the woman walk away laughing. 


“I’m going to wash my hair” She left them and started walking back home, a car sped past her - music blaring admits the shut windows.


“Everything is still normal, the world isn’t ending,” she thought to herself- I’ll just do it tomorrow”


Tomorrow?


What’s a tomorrow?

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