Fable - A Global Nightmare

It is the start of the new year. She stared at the calendar unbelievably. It has been one year, and the hurricanes were still alive. Alive, they had all thought. These hurricanes feel alive. What with the theories of the repercussions of an ever warming earth and the threats of what emissions can do to the atmosphere; now this. This life in a man-made belly in the ground, a lonely basement with dwindling candles, dwindling food, and more fear than anyone could ever know listening to the sound of those hurricanes ripping the trees, the houses, the very air into tiny shreds of materials and particles. 
The air stunk, it burned she remembered. She thought about her mother. She thought, my mother saw. Mother never returned. Mother just never ever could return. She thought herself fortunate that she was living at home when the storms, the stink, the heat, and the burning started. She took her hands from behind her head and tried to see them. She thought, she didn't even know if they were dirty. Only 3 sets of clothes, and no mother. Mother couldn't stand the dark. Mother couldn't stand the dark? She wondered how? How could mother dislike the dark and life in this space so much that she was willing to go out into those living hurricanes? Those monsters. Those terrible things that rip everything and everyone to pieces. That's what dad found. He stepped out and found hair, her eye, and her blood. He found mother in pieces. Didn't know if it was the hurricanes or the lightning. The lighting comes down like raindrops in the other storms. She recalled all the times she cried. She recalled all the times father sat and cried under the candlelight and in the dark. Then his crying stopped, and he was gone. He has not come back. She knew he never would. 
And she thought as she did then, she would stay inside. She told herself that she would continue on and hoped that the storms would end. She ate whatever was in one can a day and sipped water all day. She turned on the radio every day only to hear static. She thought then as well as now, this dank darkness is home until the monsters rip the doors off and snatches me out and into pieces too. 

She sat up on the bed needing a small change. She went to the old magazines that belonged to her father. She used to be hesitant to touch them because of a possible Playboy. She picked up the magazines, and walking over towards the candle to her father's chair, a page fell to the cold cement floor. She peered at it under the candlelight and realized it was a picture from the Discovery magazine of the planet Jupiter. And the candlelight streamed a soft glow across the orange planet, seemingly highlighting a single spot. She knelt down to see what it was because it glowed red. It was called, The Great Red Spot, she noticed picking it up and sitting down. She read that it was an anticyclonic storm that is bigger than the earth. She stared at the spot for a long while, and suddenly tears formed in her eyes and began streaming down her face. She cried. She cried because she knew. Something came to her to tell her in this way what life on earth had become. She wiped her eyes and read about all the years this storm has raged and the minimal times it has decreased in size across decades. Then she cried more, and screamed, and ranted in the warmth of the candlelight amidst walls of shadows and cold emptiness. And in all this anxiety and sadness, suicide crossed her mind. And to her surprise; she laughed. She knew there was no need as she sat in the terrible and destructive sounds that rocked the earth. She thought, I am already in my tomb, and as dead as the world.



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