Thursday, December 8, 2011

Colossal Statues


Colossal Statues
By Michael Shimek

“Guys! Wait for me!” Jimmy yelled at his friends as he lagged behind on his bike. Randy and Gavin were already way ahead of him as he tried to catch his breath and peddle faster. When they had started their race from Jimmy’s home, Randy had thrown a stick in between Jimmy’s spokes, causing him to take longer before starting. Their destination, the finish line, wasn’t much farther. If his friends hadn’t cheated, there was a chance he could have won. “Wait up!”
     Reaching the destination that towered before him, and losing the race with his friends, Jimmy was in awe at what he was seeing.
     “Dude, this is amazing!” Randy practically screamed. “I can’t believe there’s one of these things, like, right in your back yard.”
     “I know, right?” Jimmy said, unable to take his eyes off the gigantic wall before him.
     “Guys? I don’t think we should be this close. What if it, you know, comes alive or something and steps on us?” Gavin, the overly cautious one of the three, was sitting on his bike several feet behind his friends. Jimmy and Randy were already off their bikes and walking towards the object in front of them.
     “Oh, don’t be such a pussy, Gavin,” Randy called back to his buddy. “Come on, there’s nothing to be afraid of.”
     Although it looked harmless enough, Jimmy wasn’t quite sure his friend was right in assuming it was completely safe.
     There were eleven of them in total so far, scattered in different locations around the world. Appearing mysteriously out of nowhere, the giant statues dominated any area they materialized in. Taller than any skyscraper in the world, the objects quickly became the most talked about thing anywhere. And it all started only twenty-minutes ago.
     While Jimmy was eating a bowl of cereal and watching some morning cartoons while waiting to leave for school, his program was interrupted by an important news flash. In less than thirty-seconds, every station was covering the developing situation.
     Giant, stone-like statues had appeared all over the world.
     The news was reporting ten of them popping up in various locations, which seemed to be random. Six of them were in low populated areas, showing up in smaller towns in China, Russia, Argentina, Zimbabwe, Spain, and Australia. Two showed up in larger cities, destroying both Tokyo and São Paulo with their enormous bodies. The other two were in the middle of nowhere, one in Greenland and the other off the coast of the United Kingdom. The one in the Celtic Sea only had its head and shoulders poking out of the water, almost being run into by a cargo ship. All ten of them were being covered extensively by every channel, each statue representing a different creature.
     And then there was the eleventh statue, the one that magically showed up overnight in Jimmy’s backyard.
     With his eyes pried to the TV, he refused to move until his mother could be heard screaming from the kitchen. Running to the kitchen with his father, they were shocked to see a large object looming over their house. It cast a great shadow across the area, which was why Jimmy woke up thinking it was cloudy and gloomy without even looking outside. With all of them going outside to take a closer look, they could see that one of the giant statues from the news had appeared in their backyard. The object was so large and close that only its left foot, leg, and arm could be seen from their location. It was too big to make out the rest.
     There was nothing Jimmy could compare the giant to; he had never seen anything so colossal. As tall as the largest mountain in the world, it rose into the sky like a huge, but fascinating, eyesore. The statue was so out of place, it was like stepping into another world looking at it from the ground below. He felt so small as it towered over him and his pathetic little self. It was so intimidating that if it began to move, he wouldn’t be surprised if people started worshiping it like some god.
     From Jimmy’s viewpoint inside his house, its black and grey color with rough edges made the object look like it was carved from some sort of stone, but it shone like something not of this world. Light rippled across the surface of the statue, giving the surface the appearance of moving or being alive. There was no stone like it on Earth, or at least none that he had seen. It was beautiful; he couldn’t take his eyes off the thing.
     While his parents were on the phone, excitedly telling everyone what was in their backyard, Jimmy called his friends to come over and see how close they could get to it. Sneaking away from their preoccupied parents, the three thirteen-year-olds met at Jimmy’s and rode their bikes through the field behind his house. His parents owned a lot of country land, and although the foot of the statue wasn’t that close to the house, it was still covering a good chunk of their land.
     The three of them stood like little grains of sand next to the monstrous object. It was amazing.
     “Where do you guys think it came from?” Randy interrupted the silence.
     Jimmy looked over at his friend to see that he was slowly walking towards the stone giant. “Maybe from aliens or another universe. Randy, you think it’s safe to be getting that close?”
     “Yeah,” Gavin piped in. “I think I hear some helicopters somewhere. We should leave before the place is surrounded by the police and the news.”
     They all stopped and listened, and in the silent breeze, Jimmy could faintly hear helicopters off in the distance. There were no roads leading to the towering statue, but Gavin was right. There would be cops and the government along soon enough. He saw from the television what would happen. Just like the others, it would be barricaded up and secured from the public. This was their only chance to experience something only a handful of people in the world would experience. It would be something worthy enough to brag about to his grandchildren when he was older; if the things didn’t end up destroying the planet, that is.
     “Wait,” said Jimmy. “We should stay as long as we can. Who else will be able to say they got this close to these things?” He was still slightly frightened of being so close to the mountainous object, but it was thrilling at the same time. “The news said no one has been injured or killed by the statues just by touching them, so let’s stick around until we get kicked out of here.” It was lie. The news was reporting strange things happening to those who had physical contact with the alien objects. But Jimmy’s curiousness was overtaking his frightened feelings, and he was feeling drawn towards the mystery before him. “Besides, we are still in my yard,” he added. “So it’s not like we’re trespassing or anything like that.”
     “Yeah, Gavin,” agreed Randy. “Stop being such a wuss and man up. Look at this thing! This is the neatest thing to happen in our lives, and you’re acting like a pussy.”
     “Shut up! I am not. You’re such an ass, you know that, Randy?”
     “You’re the ass, ass.”
     Jimmy was worried the argument was going to turn into one of their usual fighting matches and that he would have to break it up, but it stopped there. Everyone was too caught up in the beauty and wonder that towered several feet in front of them.
     “I’m going to touch it.” The words left Jimmy’s mouth before he even had time to think about what he was saying; yet he knew he spoke the truth. Something about the statue was drawing him towards it, beckoning him to come closer and slide his hands across its alien surface. “I need to touch it.”
     “You really think that’s a good idea?” asked Gavin.
     “I’m going to touch it, too!” Jimmy knew Randy would say this, never wanting to be outdone by his friends, but he could also see the nervous look in his friend’s face.
     “Well, I’m not touching it,” Gavin declared. “You guys go ahead, but I’m staying back here.”
Jimmy turned to Randy and nodded to him, letting him know he was ready to brave physical interaction with the statue.
Leaving their bikes propped up on kickstands next to Gavin, the two slowly crept closer to the stone surface. Waves of light ran along the exterior, giving it the appearance of a liquid black and grey metal. It reflected light but absorbed it as well, creating areas of a dark abyss. It was both frightening and amazing.
“Let’s do it at the same time,” Jimmy said as they both stopped a foot away from the towering, stone wall before them. “On the count of three, okay?”
All Randy could do was nod his head in approval.
“One. Two. Three.” Jimmy stepped forward on three and placed both of his hands on the mysterious giant.
The instant of contact, Jimmy’s world collapsed around him. His surroundings dissolved. Darkness enveloped him as he was flung into an unknown space and time. Fear gripped his mind. He had never experienced anything like this in his life, and there was nothing on Earth to compare it to. He couldn’t see anything as a cloudy mist took over his vision. His mind and body were there, yet at the same time they weren’t. He was inside the stone giant. He was in another world. He was in another universe of a different time. He was everywhere, but he was also nowhere. His immediate frightened reaction quickly turned to calm as information without a source flooded his thoughts.
It was if the entire universe was dumping knowledge he had no right of knowing into his fragile, young mind. Information zipped by and through him. It made no sense to him, but he still understood what he was being given. Everything he had been taught about physics and its laws were flipped upside down, and in their place were things that shouldn’t exist. It was too much for him to handle, but he couldn’t pull away. He didn’t want to pull away. It was fascinating and he was being told information no one else knew.
Through all of this, he found the reason to why the stone giants suddenly appeared on Earth. They were there to not only keep the planet safe, but the galaxy safe as well.
They were known as the Guardians, a race created to protect the universe from those that threatened it. Older than the universe Jimmy had been born into, they traversed multiple dimensions, times, spaces, universes, and everything in between. The Guardians, an organic and synthetic entity, only appeared when a powerful force abused its powers and disrupted the fabric of time and the already predetermined future fate had already decided. In the next few centuries, it would happen to Earth, causing a hole to rip between dimensions and creating an anomaly not only in this universe, but everywhere else as well. The Guardians were here to make sure that would never happen.
All of this information filled Jimmy’s mind with wisdom only a select few of people in the human race would ever know.
Like being yanked away from a mother’s comforting, warm womb during birth, all of this information and knowledge was painfully ripped away from him. And then reality forced itself upon him once again.


Jimmy woke up to chaos. People were running around and yelling in his ears as he was forced away from the beautiful stone object he was just disconnected from. He reached for the dark giant before him, but there were too many people pulling him back.
Gavin’s voice registered first in his head. “Jimmy! Randy!”
The rest were strangers to him, but most of them pulling at him had compassion in their voice.
“Kid, are you okay?”
“He’s not responding! Get a medic over here!”
“Hey, you! What are their names?”
Jimmy could hear Gavin frantically give the names of his friends to whoever was helping them. Everything was so disorganized; it was hard to tell what was going on. He could hear helicopters and large vehicles approaching the area, while many different people were shouting and giving commands to everyone else. The distance between him and the Guardian was becoming larger as he was dragged away by people who appeared to be paramedics. He turned his head to the left to see Gavin still screaming at him, while to the right was Randy.
Poor Randy.
His friend’s eyes were rolled back into his head as he twitched and shook violently. Jimmy knew what was happening to him. Randy’s mind wasn’t strong enough to comprehend everything it had absorbed, and because of that, his brain was shutting down on itself. He felt sorry for his friend, who would die soon enough, but there was nothing he could do. Most people did not have a strong enough will and mind to understand certain secrets of the universe, and they would perish, like Randy, if physical contact would occur.
His eyes went back to the one of eleven Guardians placed on Earth. There would be so few people who could survive the touch of one. He would have to inform humankind of their importance. It was now his job, his duty, to help out the world with the knowledge he was given.
“Hey, kid!” A paramedic was shouting in his face and shining a light into his eyes. “Are you okay?”
“I am,” replied Jimmy in a calm manner.
“Oh, shit. Lieutenant!” The paramedic was yelling for someone among the large crowd that was gathering. “We’ve got one that survived! Kid, are you sure you’re okay?”
“I feel fine.”
A large, older man wearing a military uniform made his way to Jimmy, pushing Gavin aside and out of view. “Show me the one who touched it and survived. That would only make three in the world that we know about. Are you sure he’s fine?”
Jimmy looked the man directly in the eyes. “I can assure you, sir, that there is nothing wrong with me.”
“You touched this thing?” he asked, gesturing to the large Guardian.
“I did.”
The man looked Jimmy over from head to toe. He took a moment to think to himself before continuing. “What did you see?”
“I saw everything.”

Thursday, November 17, 2011

New Short Story: Free Me

Free Me


Stan stared at the brick wall before him. The faded red, orange, and brown colors, with grey mortar keeping them from falling apart, stared back at him from behind his demolished wall. The torn apart drywall was only the first layer to feel the wrath of his determination. The gap he had made looked like he had ripped a hole through the universe and into another time. The brick and mortar looked as old as life itself, walled up long ago during a time he couldn’t even fathom. He knew his house was old, but this wall looked like it was at least a century old.
     The brick wall was hopefully the last layer before his ultimate goal, to attain whatever was sealed inside. It called out to him, the voice from within. It was so close; he could feel it just on the other side.
     “Honey, you want anything while you’re working down there?” It was his wife’s voice, coming from the main level of the house.
     “No, I’m fine,” yelled back Stan. His mind was transfixed by the walled up layer set up in front of him. It was only one more obstacle, and hopefully the last, before he would obtain his treasure.
     “Are you sure? You’ve been down there for quite a while. What are you doing?”
     “I’m just checking out a few things pertaining to the structural foundation,” Stan replied to his wife. It wasn’t the truth, but it was a valid excuse for his behavior.
     “You’re doing what?” Mary was starting to come down the basement stairs, curious as to what her husband was spending all of his Sunday on. She was about halfway down before Stan stopped her.
     “You’re probably not going to want to see this,” he said. He almost shouted for her to stop, but he knew yelling at her would only make her more intrusive than she already was. “I had to tear a hole in one of the basement walls. After seeing that episode on the news about shoddy construction in the local area, I found out our basement walls weren’t properly made.”
     “Oh, my God.” She sounded genuinely concerned as she continued to make her way down the stairs. “Is everything okay?”
     “Yeah, everything is fine,” he said, quickly assuring her of her safety. “I’m going to reinforce some of the walls, though, just in case.”
     “But you’re sure everything is fine? The house isn’t going to come crashing down on us or anything?”
     “No, no, no. We’re fine. The house is fine. Everything is fine.”
     “Are you sure? Do you need anything?”
     “Yes, everything is okay. Why don’t you start making dinner? It’s getting kind of late in the afternoon. What were you going to make for supper?” He tried to keep her mind preoccupied with something other than what he was doing, and dinner was only a couple of hours away.
     “I’m making a homemade sausage pizza. It’s in the oven now.”
     “Sounds delicious, honey. I’ll be up in an hour or so, okay?”
     “Alright, don’t hurt yourself down there.”
     “I won’t, Mary. You have my word. Make sure Benny is working on his homework.”
     Stan’s wife was heading up the stairs as she called back down to her husband. “Oh, he’s busy working hard on his Social Studies project. I told him he couldn’t have dinner until he’s done.”
     Stan ignored what his pathetic wife had to say, focusing on the more important task before him. With her ramblings soon forgotten, he glared at the brick wall with eagerness. He was so close.
     He turned up the volume of the radio he had on; it was some station playing old 80s-style music. He wanted to make sure what he did next wasn’t so loud to disturb Mary and his son upstairs.
     Picking up the sledgehammer leaning against the wall to his right, he prepared himself for an intense workout. He raised the heavy weight over his head and brought it down against the bricks with all of the force he could muster. A few chips flew off the aging structure, with several of them striking his face. Stan grinned to himself, noticing the wall wasn’t as sturdy and secure as it looked.
He would soon break into the sealed chamber, freeing the voice that called out to him. The voice that made him ache with sorrow for the woman that screamed and wailed into his thoughts. She haunted his dreams and every waking hour of his life. Her cries could be heard from miles away. There was no escaping the woman trapped in Stan’s basement. Her voice was constant. It wouldn’t stop until she was finally free.
It started a week ago, when an earthquake in a nearby town rattled the local community for several seconds. Stan and his family didn’t receive any physical damage to their house, but it disturbed a presence formally silent for close to three hundred years. Awakened, but trapped like a prisoner, the voice called out to whoever could hear it. He heard it as soon as the earthquake stopped, invading his dreams like a bug slowly eating away at his brain. It screamed at him during the day, while keeping him up at night. After two days of receiving no sleep, he followed the woman into the basement. Pressing his head up against the wall located under the stairs, he could plainly hear the trapped soul imprisoned behind.
Free me.
The brick wall was slowly diminishing behind Stan’s determined hammering. It wasn’t soon before a small, fist-sized hole was punched through the barrier. He set his sledgehammer down and leaned in close to look through the puncture. Old, musty air escaped through the darkness inside, blowing into his face as he tried to peer through the hole. It was too dark and dusty to see anything exciting, so he picked up his tool and kept at his project.
Using as much strength as he could muster, he focused his attention on the small opening he had created. After several more blows, larger chunks and whole bricks began to fall. When the hole was big enough for him to climb through, he stopped his destructive pounding, not wanting to chance the structural support of the aging chamber.
As the dust settled, he set down his sledgehammer and turned off the radio. He picked up the flashlight he had brought down from the garage and turned it on, shining the large beam through his hole. He still couldn’t see much on the other side of the brick wall, so he cautiously stepped into the room that hadn’t held a living person for hundreds of years.
     Stan cast his light back and forth across the narrow, but deep, room. It was only four feet across, but when he shined his light farther down the room he could see it went at least fifteen feet in from where he was standing. The floor and walls were covered in a thin layer of dust. An ancient scent of death and mystery filled his nostrils as the familiar voice echoed through his brain.
     Free me.
     And then he saw her.
     Stan walked deeper into the tomb, keeping his flashlight fixed on the figure so he could get a better look. There she was, propped up against the back wall like a creepy marionette puppet. The body was nothing but dried-up skin wrapped tightly around a skeletal frame. Dark, scraggly hair protruded from her scalp, blocking any view of the dead woman’s face. Clothes that hung from the body were nothing but tattered, old rags. Her arms were raised above her head, with her hands concealed behind strange casings that were chained to the wall above.
     A sight like this would normally frighten him, but the feeling he got from being so close to the woman just made him anxious to release her. Her voice was so loud and strong, now.
     Free me!
     He carefully crept closer to the decayed form, never moving his light from her body. He half expected the figure to jump at him from her chained hands, like so many horror movies he had seen in the past. But he knew she would never harm him.
     Inching closer, Stan peered at the chains that held the woman in place. They looked intricate; whoever made them did not want the person to have any use of their hands. Rusted casings completely covered her hands, looking like reddish-brown metal ones had replaced them. The chains looked frail, but not frail enough to pry loose with his bare hands. He would need the sledgehammer to break them.
     Walking back to the wall he had destroyed, he paused for a minute to listen. He could faintly hear the television upstairs, most likely his son watching cartoons, and the sounds of Mary walking back and forth in the kitchen. After making sure no one was curious about his business, he grabbed his tool and disappeared back into the prison.
     He placed his light on the floor, leaning it against the wall so it pointed up at the chains. Raising the heavy sledgehammer above his head, Stan brought it down against the cuffs. With a loud clanking sound, they loosened a little but still held together. With two more swings, the chains broke and shattered to the floor.
     She was finally free.
     Stan reached his hands out to touch her, feeling himself being drawn in by her magnificent powers. Once his fingers touched her fingers, her body twitched and suddenly bolted upright, arching forward in a backbreaking position. Her head snapped back, revealing her hideous decayed face. Black, empty eye sockets stared at the ceiling while her mouth stretched open in a silent scream.
     Fear quickly replaced Stan’s excited feelings. He wanted to run, but his body felt heavy and rigid like a stone statue. He tried to pull away from the reanimated corpse, but his fingers wouldn’t budge from her fingers. Life was draining from him, transferring itself into the woman who was quickly changing before his eyes.
     Before everything went black, the woman radiated a light of beauty and youth that violently exploded outward in all directions.

                           
     Antoinette could feel the power coarse through her body, restoring her life and giving her the energy she had been denied for hundreds of years. Years she would never get back from being trapped in isolation. Time that had chipped away at her consciousness, trying to destroy her soul. But she was stronger than her captors thought. Her anger fueled her restoration, and as soon as she was whole, she sent the overflowing power outward, destroying anything and everything around her.
     When she was done, Antoinette opened her eyes to look at her surroundings. A large crater surrounded her, created from the powerful explosion of her awakening. Smoldering ruins lay at the edge of the crater, the only remains that made up the prison she was unjustly caged in. As smoke billowed around her, she used her hands to clear a path through the smell of firewood and burnt flesh that came with the structure she had just incinerated.
     Walking away from her destruction, she came along a dark, hard surface laid out in front of her. Knowing it was a road, from the recently acquired memories of the late Stan, she felt the rough surface against her bare feet. A cool breeze, something she hadn’t felt in ages, brushed against her skin. Gasps and startled chatter drew her gaze to people and families walking out of nearby homes, rattled and terrified over their neighbor’s house exploding.
Noticing she was almost completely naked, she realized how silly and odd she must look standing in front of a burning hole in the ground. Casting a spell with her hands, Antoinette vanished from the people’s eyes. She was still there, of course, but the invisibility cloak would last long enough to let her casually walk away without drawing any further attention.
Feeling the fresh air enter her lungs, Antoinette grinned to herself, knowing she was finally free. She was once again free to do as she wished. She was free to use her powers however she saw fit. But most importantly, she was finally free to exact revenge on the descendants of those who wronged her. Still invisible to the gathering crowd around her, she made her way down the street, feeling the re-energized power pulsate through her body. Her revenge would be sweet.

Sunday, October 30, 2011

Paperback on Amazon

Wandering Thoughts is now available in paperback form on amazon's website. You can go here http://www.amazon.com/Wandering-Thoughts-Michael-Shimek/dp/1466435151/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1319994039&sr=8-2 and buy it. And remember, there are two free stories from the collection in this blog.

Saturday, October 29, 2011

Paperback Now Available

Hello everyone. Wandering Thoughts is now available to buy in paperback from. Currently you can find it at the CreateSpace eStore, https://www.createspace.com/3706232 The paperback form will also be on amazon's website in the next couple of days. If you are interested in purchasing my book, feel free to read two of the stories for free here on my blog.

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Monday, October 24, 2011

Wandering Thoughts

Wandering Thoughts is now available for purchase through amazon.com. I will have a paperback copy soon, but right now it is only in the kindle format. I am still kind of putting everything in place and together, and this is my first time doing this. So, if there are any comments or suggestions, let me know. Thanks everyone!

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

One More Sample Story

Here's another story from Wandering Thoughts, a collection of short stories I hope to self-publish in the next week or so.


A Vanishing Universe




         Natalie stared out into the dark, night sky. Living out in the country, and the fact that there was no moon that night, the stars above shown brilliantly against the black backdrop. There were millions of twinkling, sparkling stars she could see as she took in the sight from the roof of her house. Part of the Milky Way was even visible, stretching along a large portion of the sky in beautiful blue, pink, and purple colors. Some parts of the sky shown brighter than others, while large dark patches could be seen all around as well. The galaxy, and the whole universe itself, was utterly amazing to Natalie; it blew her mind away at how gorgeous it all was.
         She was currently sitting in a lawn chair on top of her house, sipping on a Long Island Iced Tea as she enjoyed the view while she could. She decided to come up and look into the sky, while she had a drink, after watching the late night news.
         The biggest thing, and really, the only thing, on the news lately was how the universe was disappearing. It started two weeks ago when a group of scientists claimed several distant galaxies had vanished from sight. No one paid attention, at first, because the galaxies were so far away and there could have been any number of reasonable explanations for them to disappear from Earth’s sight. It wasn’t until a few days later when astronomers all over the world began to witness distant galaxies blink out of existence, and they never stopped. It was a mystery; no one knew why this was happening, and people were freaking out.
         Millions across the world were frightened, thinking the universe was coming to an end. If that were true, then there was nothing the little speck of dust we call our planet could do to stop it. People knew this, so they were panicking. Natalie was surprised the world wasn’t rioting yet, but perhaps the true extent of the whole situation hadn’t gotten ahold of many people.
         “Hey babe, I brought you a refresher,” said her husband, Jimmy, as he popped his head out of the window they use for access to the roof. He held both his drink and hers, and she grabbed them both so he could safely climb out to join her. She set them both on the ground as she helped make sure he didn’t stumble to his death below. “It’s a beautiful night tonight.”
         “It sure is.”
         She handed him back his drink when he settled down in the chair beside her. She finished the last sip of her first drink, and then picked up the one her husband brought her and started drinking the new beverage.
         “Too bad it might not last long,” he said, taking a sip of his beer.
         “Don’t ruin the moment Mr. Negativity, just sit back in silence and enjoy it for a while.” This moment was perfect, drinking and appreciating the view with the person she loved most in her life, and she wanted to relish the moment.
         Feeling a sight buzz, Natalie continued to stare into space, thinking that at any moment everything could all be gone. The thought of all existence ending at once scared her; she was only thirty years old and didn’t want to disappear into nothingness. The galaxies that were vanishing were only the farthest from their own, but at the rate they were disappearing, people were worried it could be any day before everyone, and everything, was gone. She looked up and half expected to see stars blink out in front of her eyes, but she knew that wouldn’t happen because everything she could see with her naked eye was too close and not as distant as the parts of the universe that were receding.
         Even though Natalie was worried life would end, she was also content with the fact that she might die; she was ready. She might have felt different if she had cancer or some horrible disease, something would claim only her life, but the fact that everything was being affected meant something to her. Since everything was being affected, she felt like the universe had its own plan it was carrying out for certain reason, like what was happening was meant to be; she kind of believed it was fate, and that it was eventually going to happen.
         “You know,” said Jimmy, breaking the silence, “you seem pretty calm about all of this.”
         “Yeah, maybe a little. I mean, sure what’s happening is scary, but there isn’t anything we can do.”
         “That’s true,” he replied, with a sad, depressed look forming on his face. “Do you really think the universe is collapsing, or disappearing, or whatever the hell is happening?”
         “I suppose. Can you think of any other reasonable explanation for what’s going on?”
         “No, I guess not.” A look of disappointment took over his saddened face, like he was waiting for Natalie to have the right answers only to be let down.
         “The truth of it is this, Jimmy. This whole thing is terrifying. Everything around us could be gone in the blink of an eye at any second. It could happen a minute from now, a day from now, or years in the future. We don’t even know what exactly is happening; no one knows a thing about what’s going on. And, to me, that’s the scariest thing, the fact that we could all vanish at any given moment.”
         She paused for a minute while she looked up into the sky. It was beautiful, yet it gave a sense of dread at the same time. Although it all seemed so horrifying to think of, Natalie liked to try and stay as hopeful as she could in a situation like this; it was all she, or anyone, could do to keep from going crazy.
         “But,” she continued talking to Jimmy, “there’s nothing we can do about any of it. We have no control over when it’s going to happen, or what’s going to happen; it’s bigger than us, so the only thing we can do is hope that in the end everything will be okay. I mean, do you think there’s anything we can do to stop this?”
         “Not at all. But then, what do you think is going to happen?”
         “I have no idea, but I’d like to think that if we disappear, or die, or whatever happens, that we will somehow live on.”
         “You mean like heaven?”
         She knew Jimmy was raised Catholic and still practiced it, going to mass every weekend, but she didn’t share his beliefs. She also didn’t want to hurt his feelings, either, by telling him she didn’t exactly believe in heaven. He knew she wasn’t Catholic and that she didn’t share his same views, but she didn’t want to get him any more down than how he looked right now.
         “If that’s what you believe, then yeah, I guess that’s what I think will happen. I think that whatever you think happens after you die will indeed happen.”
         She truly believed what she said just then, too. Everyone in the world thought different things happened when you died. Some people would go to heaven, some would go to hell, and some people believe you would get reincarnated as an animal or part of nature; everyone had their own opinions on life after death.
         Natalie didn’t believe in heaven, like her husband, but she believed that there was something after death. She believed everyone exerted an energy, and that energy is what remained when the physical body died. Even if the universe was disappearing, she felt some part of her would remain in some parallel plane or a different universe. This is what she hoped would happen when she died, and since that is what she wanted, that is what she believed would happen. She wanted everyone’s death to be what they had hoped and wished for their entire lives; it’s the only thing people have that keeps them from going insane, that their wishes will be fulfilled upon their deaths.
         She looked at her husband, who still seemed down and lost at what to think. “I love you so much, sweetie.”
         “I love you too,” he replied, smiling at her loving and kind face.
         She scooted her chair closer to him, and wrapped her arms around him as she rested her head against his shoulder. She held him close like that for a couple minutes, like the vanishing galaxies had caught up and they would disappear in the next second.
         Grabbing her drink, but leaving her other hand on Jimmy’s leg for reassurance, Natalie continued to sip her beverage as she stared into the night sky. She felt serene as she stared into the radiant, twinkling stars, planets, and galaxies. As she looked up into space, she thought she saw one of the stars go out, but she was probably just imagining things.