The 42nd Day

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
It's been 42 days since we've heard anything.

Submitted: February 08, 2017

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Submitted: February 08, 2017



“I heard something!” I have to shout so my voice isn’t carried away by the wind and the waves crashing against the rocky shore.

She turns to me excitedly for only a second before she faces the ocean again, her hair rising like a halo around her head with the breeze. She moves eagerly closer to the shore, not even flinching as her bare feet scrape over the rough surface.

Beyond my sister, the horizon is lined with rows of houses on the other side of the island. There’s no movement: no cars, no boats, no airplanes crossing the sky. Exactly the same as it has been for the past 42 days.

“I can’t hear anything,” she says, moving still closer to the water in an apparent attempt to get closer to that civilization across the water, across time.

My hand trembles behind my back, the metal cool against my calloused skin. “Close your eyes,” I tell her. “Really listen,” I work a smile into my voice and lift my arm from behind my back. The sun glints off the silver barrel and my hand shakes. My voice remains steady. “We’ve made it.”

I shoot. 

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