Man, oh, man, you shoulda' seen it. What a sight, never to be seen again on this old earth. The sky was lit-up in millions of different colors shooting this way and that way and one would of have sworn someone slipped some of that there LSD in my water. I don't have any idea if you will ever see this or not, this thing has got all those egghead scientific fella's stumped.
They don't know their ass from their elbow, is what my daddy would say. Anyway, if this survives, and I don't, and you do, or you find it in 1000 years or something, hell, this ain't no Bible, so don't go a'worshiping it or anything. It's just my account of what happened on the last night of the last day on earth. I ain't no scholar or nothing, so excuse my writing right off the bat.
Me and my family are up in the Blue Ridge Mountains, one of the prettiest places on earth if you ask me, but course', I'm from here and kind of prejudiced. It's about midnight here,12:15 a.m. to be exact, and you can see camp fires as far as the eyes can see.There must be millions of them since the power went out. That happened all of a sudden about six weeks ago and since then, it's been every man and family for themselves, and one hell of a ride.
I'm writing this journal because my granddaddy said we need to keep records about our lives and pass them on to the next generation. He said, before he died that is, that it might come in handy one day. Coursin', he was a root doctor and could see into your future for a few dollars. Free, if you had a chicken or pig or something. Hell, I seen him do it. But, back to the future, if there's gonna be one.
Everybody predicted it would be a nuclear war or global warming or a million other things, but no one, at least that I heard of, said a damn thing about the sun exploding and taking out all the communications everywhere. I'm sure the president and some others are still in contact, but everyone I know used up what gas and shit they had weeks ago. Right now, it's a 110 degree's and it is in the middle of winter, at night.
You don't see many people in the daytime, they are all under some kind of shade, suffering. The rumor is this is the last night anyway, so I decided to write this down for posterity, I guess, not that it will do much good. People are stupid, always have been, always will be.
If you have to die, and believe me, I hate it as much as the next man, this is sure as hell one crazy way to go out. It is a kaleidoscope of colors shooting across the sky and exploding somewhere, anywhere, but not here, not yet anyway. It seems like God or Karma or fate or whoever is in charge and believe me, I ain't never been a big believer either way, decided to stop us from killing each other.
Decided to stop all the butchering and raping and pillaging that we do to each other. It's like someone got tired of all the waste and wealth in one place and the pain and suffering and starvation of people just thousands of miles away and decided it just weren't fair. And it ain't..
People fighting and killing each other all the time is insane. I got to say this and no one is going to stop me. Not now anyway. It seems like the color of a person's skin has decided the have's and have not's. I ain't got a lot of time to dwell on this, but this country I live in has been killing brown people for almost 11 years now in some war and it ain't solved a goddamn thing. No, they made it worse is all, cause of profit and the rich wanting more and more while us poor-ass people get less and less. It's sinful, is what it is.
I've seen some of those rich people on the highway, out of gas in their big 'ole luxury buses trying to get somewhere cooler. They got wads of cash and gold and diamonds but none of it means shit up here. WATER, that's right, water is the currency now, it means everything, or did. I seen a man get his brain's blown out over a cup of warm water. Yep, that's right, and his kids were right there and nobody helped them. Nobody. It is every man for himself and you take care of you and your's.
My family's been in these mountains for hundreds of years and we know where every drop of water that can be found is, and ya' know what? There ain't no more. We got enough for tonight and that's it. I want ya'll to know that I had to kill some people, some bad people who tried to take my family's food and water. When this all started, we mountain people round here got together and closed off the roads.
We had to. People were going crazy trying to get up higher and higher in the mountains. We killed to protect our own, of they would have killed us. I'm on top of the mountain now and in a few hours me and my loved one's will be dead. I'm going to kill everyone in my family after they fall asleep, then kill myself. Better that, than to watch them all suffer. I won't have that, I just won't!
Man, look at those colors. I'm not a religious man, but I've always been spiritual and this my friends is something out of this world. Millions of colors streaking by, it's almost like one continuous rainbow as far as the eye can see. I got no advice for anyone who survives whatever the hell this is. How do you survive the Sun Gods? Sounds funny don't it? "Sun Gods". But I've heard it from time to time these last few weeks. If I was pressed, and I ain't and no one would take my advice anyway, I would tell people to find out everything this world has ever done, and do the opposite. Man ole Man, did we fuck this old world up or what?
It's getting near time. I want to go and kiss my babies and my wife. Hug my mama and shake my daddy's hand. He don't know much of what is going on, ain't in years. But there was a time when he was a man's man. He would probably be doing something different, damn, I wish he would wake up for a few minutes and tell me what to do. But, if wishes were horses, daddy always said.
If I done something wrong to anybody, I'm sorry. I used to pull a cork from time to time and I also got out of hand as a youngin', I guess we all do sometimes. Nothin' serious, but I am sorry if I hurt anyone. I can hardly see for the beads of sweat, but I got one more thing to say to whoever finds this, if it gets found at all, which I doubt.
Please, be kind to everyone. That's all. All the problems in the world could have been solved with those two words. "Be Kind". How hard is that? Peace to you all
Kenneth Sibbett has published numerous short stories over the years and has recently published his first novel, "A Killer of Angels" available as a Kindle book.