Magenta Moon

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A short story written for India Emerald's latest Flash Fiction Challenge,

Submitted: October 15, 2017

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Magenta Moon

There’d been no warning. Not one single word. If we’d have had time to prepare, even an hour, things would have been better. At least we’d have known to expect it. But there was no alert, or alarm, not one single broadcast.

It hit hard, it hit suddenly. We thought it was the end of the world!

The blast was sudden, the impact severe.

What the hell?” said my Dad.

My Mom screamed and made her way downstairs. “Is it an explosion or some kind?”

I don’t know,” he said, “But I’d better go outside and check.”

Look!” I was the only one near the window, the only one that could see the wall of blackness as it surrounded us, engulfing everything in it’s path. Whatever it was it was huge; I couldn’t see the end of it.

Dad moved beside me. “Holy sh.....get away from the window, Megan!”

What is it, Maurice? What’s happening?”

When Mom was still speaking the whole house seemed to tilt. Everything rattled, moved. I dropped to the ground, screaming and shaking.

Find cover, Megan. Ruthie. Under the table....come on, go.” Plates fly out of the cupboard, shatter onto the carpet where we were standing.

The roaring, the rumbling. It doesn’t let up, not even for a second. The floor is trembling, the walls are trembling, but not so much as I am trembling. I cower under the wooden table, hugging my knees and trying not to cry.

Above the noise there is something else; a wrenching, creaking sound and then a thumping feeling that seems to shudder up from the ground. The tree, my beloved companion that has given me someone to talk to, to play with all the years that I was growing up.....I don’t need to see to know that it is gone.

From above us there is a shattering of glass, and again. The windows have gone, been blown out of place and shattered. And now everything is fair game for the elements up there. Things are bumping around, hitting the walls, breaking and smashing and tearing apart.

I cover my ears and I know I am screaming but I can’t hear myself above the roaring noise. Dad moves to go upstairs but Mom holds him back. “There’s nothing you can do for now. We have to wait it out.”

How long? How long have I been cowering here? I’m in agony from cramp but there is no room, to stretch. I move my fingers, my toes, trying to get some kind of relief, but from the thunder that is filling my head there is no break at all. It’s filling my head, shaking the brain in my skull.....I simply cannot bear it another moment but it simply will not stop.

A chair is lifted up in front of me. I watch as it is lifted, as it’s legs lift out of my line of sight; and I jump at the sound of it splintering against the stone wall. What are we going to have left? Anything?

Please stop. Please stop’. I’m chanting it in my head, begging for this horror to come to an end. I need the toilet, can’t get there, sob in shame as I give in. Right now, I don’t know or care if I’ll get out of this alive, I just want it to end.

And then it does. As quickly as the noise started, it stops. There are creaks, groans, drips but that roar has gone. The monster has moved on. Or has it? Is it a trick, a way of getting us to break shelter so it can seize us in it’s power too. Dad and Mom start to move but I beg them to wait, just for a few minutes. Just in case.

We wait, using the sound of our own heartbeats to measure the time. It’s gone. It’s really gone!

I crawl my way from under the table, cutting my palms and my knees on shards of broken glass, china. The window somehow has kept in place and something draws me towards it. It is night now, so dark, but not that threatening blackness. But there is one thing up in the sky that I did not expect to see.

The moon, full and round, is not silver, not yellow; but a deep magenta!


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