Greetings all and isn't it rather murky out there? Still, perhaps a bit of H20 may be on the way to give the ground a touch of saturation. Anyway, let's share the love and kudos with Anna, Shilpa and Jo for coming along and reading, commenting, loving and sharing my rather bonkers post from yesterday.
Here's a thought for you. Imagine you knew you had ten minutes left before it all came to an end. What would you do? Where would you go? What words would you say? It's all a bit of a profound question and when you think about it, it makes you ponder what words you might say to someone, for the day will come when they might be your last. I don't wish you to think of this negatively but instead consider what we say to each other. Wouldn't it be horrible if your last memory of someone was some silly argument or along those lines. That thinking led me to the little bit of a dystopian tale below. It's about as uplifting as an elephant breakdancing on your skull but it's designed to make us think a little deep and also it's a novel approach.
Speaking of novels, another chapter went by but of course this has got me thinking about the previous fourteen. I will revisit them again for I'm going to go through with a fine tooth comb to look for those examples of telling rather than showing. We do need telling in a tale but showing is just as if not more than important. It'll take longer and requires deep delving but the results ought to be worth the effort, so sorry Anna, a bit longer but maybe I'll have you being one of my beta readers :)
On that note, let's post the story and whatever you do today, have a glorious day. Enjoy. Oh, and try listening to this tune whilst reading (and it did take me 10 minutes to write) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WaJuR8QaBrQ
Dear Eve
I’m sitting here in disbelief. They’ve only gone and done it. I’ve just heard the siren, ten minutes and then, then me and pretty much everyone else is going to be an imprint of ash and dust and hell knows how the idiots let this happen.
Nukes. Apparently there is about five heading right to us and I have to ask how, but hey, I can’t keep on that. My times running out and I’ve got so much to say to you because, well I can’t video or call you on the phone but maybe, just maybe this email might make it to you before I’m vaporised.
Darling, you’ve made me so happy. We might have had our little moments where we fought but I gotta say that when we’re together and no-one else gets in the way, we’ve got the best thing ever. The thought of kissing you, holding you and loving you is something else and it hurts me to think that our last night together was two months ago. I so want to be with you now.
Oh hell, I can’t stay on that vibe though. When I’m gone, just think of those magical times we had together, those days sitting on the beach looking out across the Atlantic and wondering what those people in Ireland were doing. Think of the days of picnics with just you and me and no-one else except those crickets making music.
Damn, so much I want to say and I can’t think. I guess that’s what happens with those damn warnings. I’ve got six minutes left. Hey, just want to let you know that the password to my account is 12tth3XXe2 and the number is 19938211. I think I’ve got around $5000 in there or so and its all yours now. No point to me any more as there won’t be any funeral for all us here. I’m just praying that you’ll be safe down in Dublin with your folks on holiday.
Us Americans though, damn China wants us gone. I hope you’ll stay alive and find someone new babe. Someone big and strong who’ll look after you. It’s just all so crazy and I can’t believe I’ll never see you again, or your mum and dad and your sister and brother and his crazy daughter. Damn, it makes me cry ‘cause we were going to start thinking about a family when you came back. If we had a son I was going to say Jimmy and a daughter you were thinking about Rosie. Now, we can’t have it and it makes me so mad.
Oh god, one minute. My darling, this is horrible. I can feel the end and the panic outside. My heart is going to explode any minute and before the end comes I just want you to know you’re the best thing that ever ever happened to me. I’m typing as quick as I can and I just want you to know that I lo
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