6/11/2014

A Story A Day. Story 158 of 365: Apocalypse.

"Distance wasn't a problem when you could take your phone and text anyone, or talk with them almost face to face on your computer. Also, you could take a plane and visit your friends who lived abroad, like aunt Nina who lives in what was Canada, or uncle Tom who lives in the island of Australia. But you could also take planes to places where you didn't know anyone, it was as easy as buying a plane ticket and going to the airport. In a couple or three hours you could be on the other side of Europe, visiting some of the most beautiful cities in the world. If you didn't like cold weather, you could go to a sunny place. And it was for everyone, mums, dads, children, grandpas, grandmas."

"Even for doggies?" little Betty interrupted.

"Yes, even for doggies" she looked outside and saw the sun had already set. "Okay, kids, it's time to sleep. And remember,..."

"... this is our secret!" the voices of her three kids replied at the same time.

She kissed them good night and blew out the candle. Her husband, or partner, as she was supposed to call him, was waiting for her in the kitchen, he had reheated some of the leftover food from the kids dinner, and prepared a salad with what he had found in the fields. As she sat, depressed, on the chair, he stood up and kissed her on the forehead.

"I wish they could have lived what we lived, Dan."

"Me too, Liz. Me too."

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