We all knew that it would happen, sooner or later.
We had all been told, yet somehow, none of us were clear on how we knew; but it it was clear that we knew.
The blackness would come and destroy us, all of us. There would be no exceptions. Everyone and thing would end in the blackness.
The Christians said it was the raptures and the chosen would be whipped up to heaven. The Muslims—— the Hindus —– None of them were right of course but nothing could convince them now.
How did we know? I don’t know…we just did. However it would come to us none of us could say it just would. There was no anger except for the Christians, the Jews, the Muslims and the Hindus. But then so they would be.
The knowing came from some place safe and calm even though some said that gods were punishing us for the environment. And still no one was angry except the Christians, the Muslims the Jews and some others that that thought they knew.
The day came and my wife and family gathered together and hugged we were not afraid.
One of us had a handful of trinkets and kept repeating that they loved these things. We held her tight and she sobbed.
I Looked out the window and saw it…the blackness was approaching. Silent, vast undemanding just doing what it was doing. I held tight to them all in this last moment I wanted to protect but it came for us all.
It swallowed me and my family and for a brief while it tingled ever so kindly. Then everything became silent and black.
A spring breeze drifted through the window and the net curtains billowed freshly. I lay on the couch with my back to them but I knew they were there and I cried.