An apocoliptic vision.

I abandoned my motorcycle and began to walk through the grounds, morbidly staring at the piles of debris hoping, and at the same time hoping not to recognize some flash of familiarity, a piece of clothing, anything amidst the human rubble torn and tossed about with such despicable disrespect. I began to ache. I was in an area of dense radiation fallout and was beginning to feel its initial effects. My joints began to stiffen and swell and movement became painful. My skin felt brittle, as if it would crack under the gentlest of caresses. My tongue felt thick in my mouth, and I doubted I could talk even if I could find words to express what I was feeling. And ultimately, I realized that this had never truly been a search. I had simply come to die with my family. At some point, tears came.

The grand Genesee Gorge Skyway, a pedestrian walk that had spanned the gorge, now ended at mid-river, over three hundred feet above the water. I made my way to the edge, moving slower with each step. I wasn’t second-guessing my decision, only taking those last moments to put my affairs in order.

In a loving cascade I remembered my wife, my children, my family and friends. I remembered cherished events, historical events public and private. I remembered things I had done and things I had hoped to do. And then I cursed. I cursed it all. I cursed those who had done this. I cursed those who had driven those to do this. I cursed all who could have stopped this. I cursed all those who had made this possible. I cursed, I cursed, I cursed.

At last, standing at that very edge, looking neither up nor down, I fell forward, with eyes closed,  accepting the ultimate disappointment, the eternity of empty oblivion shackled to those who die having abandoned the myth of God.

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  • Tlchimes on Sep 26, 2009

    very cool!

  • Darla Cooke on Sep 26, 2009

    Wow! Great story for the challenge!

  • lillyrose on Sep 26, 2009

    That made me cry. You wrote about all the feelings, sights, sounds as a well as the smells. Brilliant x

  • Sourav on Sep 26, 2009

    Hmmm… well very nicely written… I must say!

  • Tanya Wallace on Sep 26, 2009

    Very creative and imaginative story for the challenge!The ending was great!Wonderful work!

  • XXElleXX on Sep 27, 2009

    A disturbing story David..your depiction of widespread panic after a nuclear attack and one man’s suffering due to the loss of his entire family was potent and had intrinsic value. You have put a human face on the consquences of the atomic bomb..remarkable story :-) Everyone who reads this will understand the human consequences of the use of nuclear weapons.

  • XXElleXX on Sep 27, 2009

    Oh and I forgot to say..that this was a kick-ass entry for the challenge :-)

  • Hello Siti on Sep 27, 2009

    Hope you really have that golf stick!

  • Duff D Moss on Sep 27, 2009

    Wow – quite an impact. Demonstrates the very personal tragedy contained within any mass causality event. Damn depressing though. As always,a great entry for the challenge. Thanks for playing once again dude.

  • Theresa Johnson on Sep 27, 2009

    wow, david… i am left speechless on this one….excellent piece for the challenge

  • Mark Gordon Brown on Sep 28, 2009

    oh wow. love the line at the end. very powerful entry

  • miraj on Sep 29, 2009

    that was a spine-chilling account,I think everyone should read this to comprehend the disaster that ensues after the said event.extremely loved the ending,yes it’s a myth of god indeed.
    the most powerful entry for the challenge,I applaud you for presenting us such a compelling story with those challenge words.

  • hfj on Sep 29, 2009

    Great story David. You had my full attention with every sentence. This story reminded me of a documentary of the atomic bombing of Japan during WWII. Those that survived the blast and radiation begged the doctors and nurses who treated them to kill them. It was total destruction. Great entry for the Duff challenge. Well done friend.

  • BradONeill on Sep 30, 2009

    Great Story David- I loved the fact that he never found his family it drilled the hopelessness of the situation deeper into the reader. Nice work.

  • maranatha on Sep 30, 2009

    Indeed, hopeless, helpless, and spell-binding. Well written, and thoroughly frightening.

  • RS Wing on Oct 1, 2009

    Very intense reading David. The hopelessness is what makes us all cry out loud. Truly devastating and not too far off as a real possibility of our existence here in America. What a great short story, so finely crafted!

  • orlandoJP on Oct 3, 2009

    ok, now i view 2 of your articles :P

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