“Honey I am sick of that shower downstairs. It is always cold and drafty in the basement. I want a shower I don’t freeze in.” she said with a pleading look in her eyes.
He took a deep breath and said, “You know we can’t do much in the basement as it still leaks a little when we get heavy rains.”
“What about renovating the upstairs bathroom? We can hire someone to do it and we can have a warm shower when they are done.”
“Don’t you remember, we looked into that and it is just too expensive.”
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – renovate
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
She hated her Dad’s basement. It was unfinished with crickets and spiders and a few cobwebs. But she would endure her disdain for 20 minutes to avoid the unknown that was headed their way. The National Weather Service had just issued a tornado warning for their county in Kansas. She didn’t like it but hunkering down in the “dungeon” of a basement was better than possibly facing the unknown strength of the tornado that had been spotted Northeast of them. So, her Dad and her sat and listened to the weather reports on the radio and waited the storm out.
Written for Fandango’s February Expressions (FFE) #26