My phone beeped again when it received Pamela’s message, “What are you doing at the fountain?”
I’d known she was going to ask that, when she’d asked where I was. Even knowing, I didn’t have a good answer. Lacking anything else to say, I sent back the words, “Waiting for the missiles to arrive.”
“With all that’s happened?” I watched the fountain as I wondered if the water noticed what we humans did. I wondered until the next beep of my phone. “Berlin is gone, and half of Germany with it, and you’re watching a fountain?”
I looked to the East. Berlin had been seven hours ahead of us. “Did anyone see the cloud?” A tactical nuclear weapon had struck Berlin. The news had exploded, and interrupted everything, just after 5 in the afternoon.
My phone beeped again. “I need you here. The world is ending.”
Since Berlin, London, Paris, Madrid, and Lisbon had also been struck. I texted my wife. “I’ll wait here, for the missiles to arrive.”
Pamela managed to turn the tables on me one last time. “The world is ending. I don’t want to die alone.”
“I’m on my way.” I started walking home, thinking I was a heel, a selfish ass, an uncaring soul. As I walked, I wondered, “Will I get there before the missiles get here? Will it make any difference one way or another?”
I sent one more message, “Meet you half way?”
Then, I prayed to see her one last time.
It’s week 2×50 of Cara Michaels‘s #MenageMonday flash fiction challenge. You can read about #MenageMonday here. Please, go read all the short tales from this week. The tales are always little works of art, crafted with words, meant to be shared, and enjoyed.