The End of the World.

by William Pauley III

As the sun goes down, it illuminates the black curtains I have hanging over my bedroom window.
It may be the last I'll ever see of it.

It was warm today.
We are going to have one hellish summer this year.
Insects will be doubled or even tripled in numbers.
Plant life will be overwhelming.
The sun is getting closer.
It's so close, in fact, that our mountains are melting into hills.
Our hills into plateaus.
Our plateaus into valleys.
And valleys into rivers.
A world of water.
We should expect it soon.

We should panic.
I especially should be worried.
But I have what I need.
And she has me.

We're ready.