Tuesday, May 10, 2011
The Next to the Last Day of the End of Time
It felt like rain on the next to the last day of the end of time. That was cool with Victor…he liked the rain and the grayness, he really liked the grayness because it made him appreciate the sunshine that much more when it came back.
The wind was heavy and moist as Victor wandered the avenues on that gray day but he barely felt it. Despite the fact that he hadn’t bothered to take a coat or a hat none of the blustery, storm-heralding weather made him the least bit uncomfortable. Why would it? The next day was one that he had been looking forward to for a long time and the utter finality of it warmed him, admittedly in a strange and sad way, to his very core.
The sun shone brightly on the last day of the end of time. It was an almost perfectly blue, gently blustery day. And that too was cool with Victor. The threat of rain the previous day had made this day more sparkling and though it was a shame that there would be no more it was still a glorious backdrop for the end of time to play out on. Victor drank wine and smoked cigars and let the rays of the sun caress him and all of it chilled him, in a strange and sad, way to his very core.
It felt like rain on the next to last day of the end of time. It felt like spring, bountiful and welcoming, on the last day. It felt…right…and that was cool with Victor…he liked feeling, at least once in his life, right.
The sun set and the evening shadows gathered. And darkness held Victor close…it was the last day of the end of time and he was going…well, Victor didn’t really know where he was going but he was going just the same…and that was cool with Victor.