Some beginings: Which to work on...

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 The End

Devastation, Eradication. That is what I saw, I thought of it was the end. I thought I was alone some how the only one who had survived. I wanted to mourn my family and friends but I didn’t know how. Mourning seemed so social and there was no-one else. It was much later that I would learn that there was a pulse radiation bomb that pulverized anything and any one in its direct path. How I or anyone managed to be out of that path even the science could not complete explain it to me.
As with most shocks to the system I could not remember where I was when it happened nor could I remember that day. Every day before and every day after I could remember, at least some of, after all I am only human.

I awoke in what I figured out was a corner of my house. It was all that was left standing above ground. I had been near by or made my way back there and I had wrapped my self in my children’s quilts. When they were small I called them their magic blankets and that they could protect them from anything. They hadn’t protected them from this. The morning, although who could say what time it was, was cool and I wrapped my self in the quilts. I didn’t know what to do. The devastation around me compared well to that of my emotional state. I sat unblinking for a long time before the pain in my unmoving legs gave me a reason to move. I stood and began to look around.

I could remember kissing my husband good bye in the morning. When was that? I wasn’t sure what happened next. I had no memory of any next events until I woke up in what was left of my house. This was a puzzle to put together. But survial was the first order of business.

Carry Reaper or The Bargain

“You called?” The voice came from nowhere and everywhere.
She sat up and looked around. He face still damp from the tears and her stomach aching from the sobbing.
“Who said that”
“Oh sorry”
The voice came from the door way but she swore that there was only a shimmer for a couple seconds before a man in a black suit appeared in it.

“Who are you?”
“I have many names and titles and they have changed over the years. I like to be called Carry. My title I think you know as Death.”

She gasped at this. She had never really believed that such a being existed although she had often believed that one could bargain on one on with Death for one’s own life. She was confused to his presence as she had been given a clean bill of health just yesterday and He had said she had called.

“I don’t know if or how I called you.”