An envelope is sitting on your front door
matt. No stamp or address, just your name, typed.
You open it.
The
World will end Thursday week. It is not anything that can be stopped. There is
nothing anyone can do. There is nothing for you to do. You don’t know me but I
had to tell someone. So I told you.
Keep it to yourself?
Tell someone?
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You open the door to find your husband playing
with the kids. “Let’s go away,” you say, “tomorrow, pull the kids from school
and leave, just for a week or so.”
“Yes!” they scream.
On the hotel floor,
amongst beach towels and board games your children sleep peacefully.
“They will remember
this holiday for the rest of their lives,” your husband says.
“Yes they will,” you
say.
The lights flicker
briefly as he says, “I love you Shirk.”
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“You can’t tell
anyone,” you say to your wife.
“What?”
“I got this
letter..”
In a flash it’s out
of your hands and she’s on the phone.
“He got this letter..
end of world.. government letterhead.”
This does stop the
world. Fear, tears, chaos, tears, fighting, screaming, death.
Because of an
envelope address to Drivel.
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