I think this is the middle of April at least that is how I remember things today. I am still in the basement and hear absolutely nothing through the door and windows. I am not sure if everyone is still inside to avoid the radioactive fallout or there was only a handful of us who made it. Now that it has been almost a month’s time I am sure my husband and daughter are gone. That was all the family I had left, now I am certain they didn’t make it past the initial blast. I have not yet mourned, there is too much else to worry about now to take that luxury. I have counted and recounted the food down here and it will be hard, but I can make it at least another month before I need to worry about hunting down more food. Maybe I will be rescued by then? Maybe the enemy will capture me before I have to worry. But then I don’t even no for sure who the enemy was… the airwaves have all been silent. What if I am all alone forever? I don’t want to think about it. I think maybe by day 45 I can venture upstairs and see a little more of the world. I would practically kill to listen to some music, it is so quiet.
It is time to scan the windows for signs of life. I have to do that now as I can see the light fading already. I have to hold out hope there is someone good still left out there. Until tomorrow…
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – fallout
Instantly I knew what I had to do for this post. I saw the word particular and instantly thought of the island sounds from Jimmy Buffett. He has such fun songs and I would love to take in one of his concerts, they seem to have a real party atmosphere. So I share with you One Particular Harbor.
For Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – particular
The bark was rough and scratchy, but her hands found the spot. Carved into the side of the tree was her true love. Both their initials and a heart; she remembered the day it happened like it was yesterday.
He pulled out his knife and started chipping away at the bark. She was shocked and asked, “what are you doing to that tree?”
“Just locking our future into the history books. Our love will last as long as this carving will.”
“You can’t do that in a public park.”
“Watch me, besides it’s not like there are many people here besides us. It is eighteen degrees outside.”
“You are such a romantic at heart. I love you.”
“I love you too, now let me carve.”
Her hand still rested on the carving. It had been six months now since he died. She let a tear fall from her eyes and said, “I still love you, honey.”
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – bark
He was her superior, her boss of three years. She however had been with the company twelve years. She stood there stunned by what she had heard. Did he really just ask her to head up the Jefferson account with the firm? It was one of the biggest accounts they had and usually fell to the partners of the firm. She was at a loss for words. “Did you hear me Allison? I want you to handle the Jefferson account. Do you think you are up to it?”
She tried to regain her composer and cleared her throat, “Don’t one of the partners usually run that?”
“Well Benson was in charge, but he took an early retirement. If you can handle this, you just might make partner by the end of the year.”
Allison came back to reality and replied in a more confident voice, “Yes, Mr. Klein, I would be honored to head up the Jefferson account.”
“Good, you have a meeting with him in three hours. I hope that is enough time for you to get prepared?”
“Plenty of time sir. Thank you.” And with that Allison took another step up the corporate ladder.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – superior