As dark clouds gathered over the “City of Lights,” I wondered what the next twenty-four hours would bring.
I stared as the television screen showed scenes of the earlier world-wide rioting, and thanked God that this would be the last time I’d be alone in this house. Vance was on his way back from the compound to pick me up; he’d gone straight there with his girls after the rescue raid at base housing. The vehicles had been full of the rescued captives. There’d been no sense in returning to the city first.
The image of Paris under ominous clouds wouldn’t leave my mind. Until this moment, I’d convinced myself that there were other places we could go. Apparently, I was mistaken.
The picture filled the TV screen again, and I muted the voice of the news person speaking of unrest and rumors of insurrection. My heartbeat was rapid; saliva filled my mouth. I bolted for the bathroom and violently emptied my stomach.
What has happened to my world?
After rinsing, I loaded my toothbrush and vigorously cleansed my mouth. I started to put it away, and realized what I really needed to do was pack it.
“Good grief!” I cried aloud. “I almost forgot my toothbrush!”
Returning to the front room, I studied stacks of bags and boxes. Clothing; toiletries; blankets; food. Mostly food.
My laptop bag and accessories–a dumb packing choice, most likely. But I had selected a few favorite movies on DVD that I could watch even if internet was suddenly extinct. It was also loaded with music and book files. I had no intention of giving it up.
I changed the TV to an old western. I sat on the arm of the sofa so I could watch for Vance.
Time to get outta Dodge.
Inspired by a Writers Unite! prompt, and a little glimpse into Penny’s world before The End.