June 2014

I sat on the chair opposite my daughter, Eliza, a closed book in one hand and a drawing of my daughters in the other. She’d just spent the last twenty minutes drawing it and had just given it to me, it was well done given the fact she was only six. I studied the paper, quickly realising it was the park down the road that she’d decided to draw, a dusty orange ground with a lonely swing set in the middle of it. There wasn’t much else to draw with that park in mind, I smiled and passed it back to her before learning back on my chair again.

“How is it daddy?” Eliza questioned, leaning forwards towards me anxiously.

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I haven’t spoken to another person face to face for five years. The last person I touched was my father. I kissed him on the cheek and thanked him for giving me a lift. I had been hired to review the revolutionary way we’d all be living within five years. I was among 500 people spending a month in one of the prototypes of The House of the Future set up in various locations all over the world. So the manufacturers’ PR lackeys told us. As events unfolded their target of five years was beaten by four years, 49 weeks and two hours. Three weeks after the campaign launched with the 500 people across the world entering the pods, the planet gave up on humanity and began to take them one by one. It was proven to be the most truthful and promise fulfilling advertising campaign since advertising began; the people who inhabit these protective future pods are the only humans left living on earth.

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At first, all I could hear was the rain. Slowly, I started to wake. Used to be that I looked forward to rain while I was sleeping. It wascomforting. Listening to the gentle patter of rain as it fell on the roof and bitumen was soothing. Smelling the petrichor used to bring a sense of homeliness, of familiarity, reminding me of the big rains on my family’s old farm.

Now it fills me with dread.

I could hear the squeaking of something scraping against wood coming from the living room. Clumsily, I threw off the sheets and put on pants and an oversized tshirt. It was too humid for clothes or a blanket most nights. But then I wasn’t sleeping outside.

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‘Are you sure it’s real?’

‘It’s real. Amazing, yes, and unbelievable…but real.’

‘What do you hope to achieve?’

‘You’ll see.’

Professor Donalds stepped slowly towards the TV and turned it on. Static rumbled through the room, and a few professors covered their ears. Professor Donalds turned towards the girl and looked at her gravely. His eyes pierced hers as he prepared to ask her the question. Continue Reading →

Today is the third anniversary of mommy’s disappearance and daddy decides to take little Sally to the cliff.

It’s a quiet, bright, sunny day and this makes little Sally smile. ‘No sudden wind gusts or mini-tornadoes are expected in the area,’ said the chief meteorologist on the TV last night. At least one day without any of those sudden, cataclysmic events that has become frequent visitors for the last few years.

The air is crisp and clean and the golden sun rays mercilessly bleach everything in their path – hills, forests, rivers, villages. Continue Reading →

“You are fired.”

Those rumbling words replay over and over again in my mind as I trudge home carrying a box stuffed with my personal belongings. That’s right; I am walking home. My car wouldn’t start and I hurried like a saint to church to catch the stinking bus in hopes I would make it to work on time. I was late and consequently fired. Then I managed to miss the last bus home. This is not my lucky day.

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