Saturday, July 24, 2010
bitter milk, pt. 9
The sun had been up for several hours when Nicole woke up, stretched, and looked out the window to see damaged buildings, emergency vehicles, and a police blockade holding back a crowd. Yes, indeed, the world was still safely ending. She nudged Rosalind in the ribs. Rosalind didn't move.
She looked up at the sky. There was a storm on the horizon - a literal storm, not just a metaphorical one. It looked pretty nasty. Nicole considered moving on, but there was still the smell of food here. The answering machine beeped and a man's voice blared over it, all pathetic and needy.
"Rosalind! It's Winston. Are you both okay?"
Nicole was fine. Rosalind still wasn't moving.