The Last of Normal Days

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The Last to Normal Days 

By Victoria Mitchell

Chapter 1: The Beginning. 

It is a beautiful Indian Summer day in early October of 2029. The Weather is perfect and the weeks forecast calls for the same.  

As the Evening begins to fall, I am starting dinner and my daughter Faith is busy finishing her homework. I hear that question I hear every single night "what's for dinner Mom". I smile quietly to myself. My only child remaining at home now getting all my attention and time. As I rattle off the menu, I hear a "muffled yum, I can't wait" coming for the dinning room table. 

As I add the crouton to the salad, I notice out my kitchen window, all my neighbors across the street are standing on the curbs looking up at the horizon and looking very worried or upset. 

I lean in to look up out the window and I see strangely colored lights undulation like a wave in the sky. The colors are ultra violet and hazy rather pulsing from bright to dull.  

I called out to Faith, Sweetheart I think dinner is gong to be a little late. I need to go out front of the house and see what the neighbors are all doing outside their houses. Obviously there is a problem in our community and I need to check it out, so just give me a minute, sit tight and I will be right back. 

As I reached the end of the driveway, I felt a tingle all over my body from Head to Toe, not a good feeling. Kind of an electrical feeling not a full on shock but almost hurting.  

I saw my neighbors to my left Cheryl and Brian, I asked Do you guys know what's going on? They both just shook their heads without looking at me. Their gaze intent on the sky. Brian said, "It is the Aurora Borealis". Very unusual for this part of the country. This can't be good. I think we might be in for it. 

I quickly turned and went to my back door to call Faith to see the sight, who knows we never get this chance again. Just then my cell phone rings. It is my Son Shane. As I answered, Shane blurts out "Mom are you seeing the sky? Yes Shane I see it. What does this mean Mom? I don't know Shane, but I intend to get to the bottom of it, are you at work? Yes, I will be getting off in about an hour and a half. I will be coming to your house, so save me some dinner O.K? Sure thing Son. I'll see you when you get her and hopefully I will have some answers about the sky. Love you, bye.  

Not 30 seconds after handing up with Shane, my older daughter Olivia called. Mom what is going on? I am afraid, Joe is still at work, and I am home alone with the kids. Do I need to leave and go some where? I calmly told Olivia that this is an unusual occurrence, it wouldn't hurt if she took the kids to Joe's Moms and sent him a text as to where you are going, and that he should come home as quick as possible, ask him to leave work right now. You know the old one's have a prophecy when the sky turns colors disaster is not far off.  

Let's keep in close touch just in case something does happen O.K? Olivia agreed, but added that she really wished she was closer to me so I could keep them safe, you always know what to do Mom. We ended the phone call with a mutual I love you. 

I finally got to the back door and called Faith outside, and asked her to grab a jacket for her and myself since it was suddenly chilly out. Faith came right away, she could tell from my tone of voice that Mommy meant what she was saying. 

As Faith and I reached the end of the driveway, we heard a menacing gasp from all the people outside. Within about the 3 minutes I had been outside, the sky is changing colors more rapidly and more vibrant solid colors and the wave is more pronounced. Faith drew close to me and said I don't like this Mom. It makes me afraid, and my skin is stinging. I don't mind telling you that it makes me uneasy too. Maybe we should go out for a dinner. What do you think? Yes Mom let's go now.  

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⏰ Last updated: Apr 02, 2014 ⏰

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