Hello my beautiful readers,
This post is a submission to the Dude Write: Flashier Than You contest. Below is a piece of flash fiction that I made... in a flash. The word count adds up to exactly 500. Count it if you desire. If you are expecting a silly post, I would probably skip over this as it isn't exactly a feel-good story. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it and be sure to stop by Dude Write to check in on all the other submissions which are undoubtedly better than mine.
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If you told me two weeks ago that I’d be cramped inside a cardboard house in my backyard, I wouldn’t find that unusual in the least bit. My two young boys were constructive like that. If they weren’t hanging around the kitchen waiting for supper to be served, they were out back building forts and bunkers from anything they could salvage. After a day’s construction, they would seek my approval. I was their building inspector. So, no, I would not find anything odd about that.
Though, the circumstance by which we ended up in this playhouse may have come as a bit of a shock.
The television awoke me from my afternoon nap. It was emitting a tremendously aggravating noise. I stretched for the remote to lower the volume, but my actions were cut short by the heavy words resonating from the speakers. This is an urgent national broadcast...
I sat back and listened. I sat through the entire announcement, too shaken to move from my seat.
1 hour to evacuate…
The transmission cut out and the screen went permanently black. I could hear my neighbors starting up their cars and burning rubber down the street. I moved toward the window and saw the neighborhood erupt in chaos. A woman was crying for help as she attempted to drag her disabled husband into their van. A dog helplessly attempted to keep pace with his master’s car. Didn’t anyone realize how futile their efforts were? An hour leaves barely enough time to reach the town’s limits.
“What’s happening?” I heard as the back door violently flung open. I turned to find a look of terror on my boys’ faces. “Where is everyone going?”
I alternated glances between the two, but I knew nothing I would say could offer any relief. They continued firing panicked inquiries at me, but I still found no response. That’s when I noticed the cardboard fort out back.
“We’re saved!” I gleefully shouted as I ran out back. My boys followed me without hesitation.
“Quickly! We’ve got to reinforce the bunker!” The two of them stared at me wide eyed. “The bunker!” I shouted again, pointing toward the cardboard house. Yet, they maintained the puzzled look on their faces.
I looked toward the garage. “Wait here!” I yelled as I ran in to grab more cardboard. “We’ve got to reinforce it!” I began leaning cardboard strategically against the fort.
It wasn’t long before they caught on, placing cardboard gently on the roof and concealing any gaps. It was a wonder to behold. I was convinced that the world’s greatest architectures couldn’t manufacture a cardboard fort as sturdy as this.
“Well, go on. Get in the bunker. We’ll be safe in there.” I was speaking in a hushed tone, now. The screams and blaring car horns echoed from the distance.
We waited in the bunker in silence, but I sensed no more fear in my boys.
Even upon the bomb’s impact, not even a flinch.
We felt nothing.
I would like to extend a thanks to Youngman Brown over at Dude Write for bestowing upon me the Chairman's Choice Man Card for my post, Stupid Things Kids Do To Get High/Drunk in Dude Write V.