Clomp, Clomp.
The rumor
Clomp Clomp.
Annemarie
Clomp, Clomp.
Fire
Clomp Clomp.
451
Clomp, Clomp.
Military
Clomp Clomp.
Parents dead
Clomp, Clomp.
Choice.
I reach home with a frantic heart and scattered thoughts, Annemarie. I dash up the stairs to find Annemarie sitting on my bed reading a book. Oh No. She glances up with a dead look on her face, she knows. She knows about her parents, she knows about mine... I open my gasping mouth to talk but the sirens sound, right outside my door.
Stupid! You lead them right to her!
I walk over and grab her hand, she squeezes it as she looks out the window. It's time now, we know too much... The day timings, the history, the pure nature if the government fallings. Time to join or die. They don't even need to announce it, it is there hanging in the air. Suffocating my already strained lungs. Annemarie steps off of the bed in only her stockings and leads me out of my only home. I could tell that something was wrong... She didn't talk as she lead us outside. A gasp escapes the crowd when they see a farmer here, in the night. Awake. I glance at the guards, straight faced, stony expressions, ready to save the only life that they have ever known. Am I ready to die? Annemarie squeezes my hand as a yes, I agree. We both stare straight into their soulless eyes. Giving them everything that we have left.
The guards all nod to each other knowing our decision, a single match is brought out, along with a single shot gun. 2 bullets.
"Any last words?" the guard with the shotgun asks.
"Only one," Annemarie answers her voice giving off confidence. "So dawn goes down to day, nothing gold can stay" with those lat words two shots echo through the night and glass breaks all over the world.
YOU ARE READING
Where Night Meets Day
Short StoryA short Dystopian novel about 2 world ready to collide... Annemarie is a daughter of the day, she is an innocent farmer realizing the change in the world but not knowing how to act on it. Jourdan is a son of the night, a factory worker. He is rebell...
