Dangerous Times, Desperate Measures

Yesterday everything was perfect.Sunny Day

Today  I woke up to an outlandish scenario. There are no words to describe what I saw when I opened my eyes. I am still shaking at the vivid memory…

Something warm, and yellow-orangey in color viciously touched my skin. I can barely talk about it; you will forgive me if I skip to a few hours later, when I had to leave the house to drive my kid to school. I couldn’t let him, my precious little boy, take the school bus. What if the driver went crazy? On the road, we witnessed the first signs that the illness had already touched several minds. People were shielding their eyes, and changing lanes without even noticing it. Driving back was even more dangerous. I barely made it home.

Now, my kids and I are barricaded in the basement, safely surrounded by the familiar humid darkness. Two hours ago, I last heard from my husband. He was stuck in his office, watching horrified as hordes of people wandered at street level. He told me about the vacant eyes, and the addled expressions…

My daughter has found an old battered radio. A confused voice is giving suggestions on what to do until this inexplicable phenomenon lasts. I shiver. The voice says that it will continue until Sunday. I cry.

From outside I can hear little kids, lost to the world, enslaved by this madness the voice on the radio called…  the Sun.

Dangerous Times, Desperate Measures

7 thoughts on “Dangerous Times, Desperate Measures

    1. Thank you Austin! It’s interesting how, without the backstory everybody reads it in a different way. When I wrote it, there were several sunny days in the Seattle area. Stereotype wants that seattleites aren’t used to be exposed to the sun, and don’t know what to do when it happens 🙂

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