blessed for it to be over and go out
remembering all the things you accomplished
as well as those that touched your life while
you were here. I know death isn’t something
that’s easy for anyone, but it’s inevitable.
We’re literally dying the day we are born. No
one knows when the clock will stop ticking, but
when that time comes, you have to know when
to punch out.”
She looked up at me. “I’ve never heard it put
that way.”
I started
back digging. “We all have a
different perspective on things, that’s just
mine.”
The stinger started like metal on metal
grinding after a while and it was getting late.
“What do you say we kill this old thing and
go crash out?” I suggested.
She started to
stand up. “Sounds good to
me…I don’t know about backhoe’s, but it
sounds like it could use a rest.
We jumped down into the small space
between the wall of dirt and the machine and
edged our way around it. I picked up the gas
cans on our way back through and placed them
back before walking towards my room. Shianne
headed to bed straight from the trench.
CHAPTER SIX
I WAS almost back to my room when I
heard someone screaming in a deep tone.
Gizmo popped his head out his door. “What
the fuck is that?”
“Hell, I don’t know, I just walked in.” I
answered.
He was stripped down to nothing more than
boxers, but followed me to the sound that led us
to Steven’s door. I knocked three times, but
didn’t get an answer, only more screams. I let
myself in to see what all the fuss was about. He
was drenched in sweat and rolling from one
side of his bed to the other. I took a firm grip on
his shoulders and shook him.
He sat up so fast that he almost head-butted
me. “What!”
“You were screaming.” I replied.
“I’m sorry, I was having a nightmare.” He
explained.
“What kind of nightmare?” I asked.
He started rubbing his eyes. “I…I…I can’t
remember.”
“Well I’ll let you get back to sleep, I just
wanted to check on you.” I stated.
“Yeah and try not to wake up everyone with
your next dream.” Gizmo rudely stated.
We walked out of his room and made our
way back to our own rooms.
“Everything okay?” Shianne whispered from
her cot.
I was trying to quietly shut the door.
“Everything’s fine, get you some sleep and I’ll
see you in the morning.”
I then proceeded to make my way to my own
bed. I kicked off my shoes and stripped down to
my boxers before climbing into bed with my
wife. I cuddled up next to her and she reached
over and pulled my arm to bring me in closer.
“My favorite time of the day.” She said.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Getting to cuddle up with my husband and
feel you next to me.” She responded.
“I guess that makes two of us.” I agreed
before closing my eyes and finding some
dreams of my own.
Everyone finally was drifting back off to
sleep, including Steven.
***
A familiar face with dark brown, a little over
shoulder length hair and blonde highlights
appeared to be a rotter. “Steven my love, let go
and come back home to us. We need you.”
Steven looked around to see his house and
one of his kids playing on their old tire swing
and his other kids jumping into their swimming
pool that glimmered with crystal clear blue
water. “This can’t be real.”
He slowly walked toward his wife whom had
just spoke to him wearing a black and white
flower/vine style dress. The closer he got the
more her face came into focus and the rot
seemed to disappear.
She reached out and took him by the hand
and placed it over her heart. “I am real and I’ve
been here waiting for you to return for us.”
He pulled his hand back. “No, this isn’t real.
Where’s TJ?”
She smiled and brushed her hand across the
side of his face. “TJ’s back home with his
family. We all made it, the apocalypse is over
and you’ve been sleeping, my dear.”
The kids all ran over and huddled around
him to give him a
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