Border Land

A whitewashed house stands on the edge of nowhere, marking the transitory division between the world and the apocalypse.  The city sprawls out as always behind the house.  In front, lies only sand.  Deep, orange sand swirling in the tormented breeze.  Slowly encroaching ready to cover the world.

The sun shines more brightly than ever recorded, a fluorescent quality surrounds the sphere.  The heat is intense. Lizards run from the dessert to the town, scratching at windows and doors to gain shelter from the heat; or so they say.  They are not to be trusted.  Windows are fastened and houses secured, but for how long will these refuges be safe?  There is no hiding place when the time has come.

A Cataclysmic Schism

A cataclysmic schism,  enormous, sudden and gaping; swallowing whole houses, trees and cars.  With knuckles white she clings to the edge, rubble and branches falling past her, lost forever.

Is this the end of the world?

Searing pain in her hands as they keep her from death; creaking tree roots, car alarms and the howling wind through the canyon accompany her thoughts.

"Does he know I'm here?"

                  "Will come for me?"

     "Will he love me forever when I am gone?"

The rubble loosens beneath her fingers, a clump of earth, dislodged, bounces off her face and into the void below.  She begins to weep softly in her desperation, as dark clouds roll across the sky, shutting out the light.  Eerily cold, she holds on no more.