Logan_Constantino
I was awakened by a small buzz in my ear. It was that same cry of utter buzzing and zipping that I heard every morning.
It was a fly, stuck between the blinds of my window again, as usual. I got up and took to it that I would help my mother with breakfast this morning, but I did not hear her in the kitchen. Actually, I hadn't heard anything since that stupid fly had woken me up. I slipped on my blue velvety slippers and ran across the creaky wooden hallway to the kitchen. My mom wasn't awake. Neither was my Dad. I looked at the clock on the rusted white microwave by our countertop. How was it 12:34 PM and they hadn't gotten up yet?
I slammed the screen door, and rushed onto the porch , to see if they had decided to drink their morning coffee on the rocking chairs like they do every other day. No one was out there.
Literally. Nobody.
Cars were parked all over the streets with no one driving them. There were leashed dogs by the park, that had no masters. There were baby strollers on the sidewalk, with no mother, and no baby.
Everyone had seemed to vanish overnight.
How could this be? Where was my family? Where was everyone else?
I ran in the middle of the crossroads on Jamesour Road and yelled for anyone.
"Anybody? Is there anybody out here"?
No one spoke a word.
The only thing moving on the whole entire road was me.
Actually, it was me, and one of our town's trees,
that the towns people had all planted 100 years ago.
The wind was rustling through its leaves, as if it was whispering to me,
"Come".