Chilling

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Benjamin is having a pleasant evening watching the lovely apocalypse.

Submitted: May 06, 2014

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The world is ending.

This is a fact that Benjamin finds particularly upsetting. Why now? He thinks. Surely, the apocalypse could have come at a better time. Surely, his iPod didn’t have to break at this exact occasion.

But break, it did. And thus, Benjamin is terribly depressed (something that doesn’t happen very often) that he didn’t have some music to go with the spectacular sceneries going on around him.

It’s just the natural order of things: popcorns and films, fireworks and new years, cakes and birthdays, badass music and the end of the world. But it’s now the end of the world and he doesn’t have any badass music. Benjamin feels very sad.

No sense crying over spilt milk. Benjamin thinks. A man will just have to make do.

Thus, Benjamin lies back in his sofa (which he brought all the way to the roof for this particular occasion), staring up at the sky, watching the apocalypse happens. The sight is simply sublime. Benjamin hadn’t known what to expect from an apocalypse, but this exceeds all of his expectations. Blinking, breathtakingly lights descend from the sky, burning, vaporizing everything they touch. It’s as if all the stars in the universe decided to have a party on earth, and a party it certainly is.

The sight reminds Benjamin of the first time he arrived at the country. The constantly blinking lively neon lights of the city were foreign and unlike anything he has ever seen before. It made him feel small, unimportant, like a pebble resting at the very depth of the ocean, and he gaped in awe at how mind-bogglingly big the world is. The nostalgia causes a tear to roll down his cheek. Benjamin feels happy.

His joy is soon hampered by the knowledge that he didn’t have any music to accompany such a wondrous event. The screaming down in the street is starting to get to him.

How rude, disturbing their neighbor while he’s appreciating the wonderful sights … Benjamin thinks. It’s not every day you get to witness the end of the world y’know?

But Benjamin is a kind and understanding fellow, and as such, his annoyance soon turns into sympathy. He turns his head toward the fireworks and pities those who have no time to appreciate such wonder. It boggles his mind, when he thinks about it. What kind of mad man would miss out on witnessing this spectacular event?

To his left, Benjamin sees a rocket, quite a distance away, launching up into space. To his mind, the rocket looks like a middle finger making its way off the exploding planet, stopping just short of painting the words “Cya suckers!” in huge letters across the sky.

“Your loss, mate” Benjamin chuckles to no one in particular.

Once the screaming becomes white noise to his ears, Benjamin turns his full attention toward the main event once more. He briefly laments the fact that he doesn’t have any music once more before ultimately deciding that a wise man would make do.

Benjamin is a careful man, and he had plans. Now, had the apocalypse involved earthquakes (and had Benjamin’s iPod not be a complete douchebag and broke), he would have played some classic rock. Had the apocalypse involved tsunami, choir. Meteors, classical. Zombies, metal. The four horsemen, metal again. Lovecraftian horrors… well… that one probably shouldn’t have any music accompanying it.

But Benjamin didn’t expect fireworks, and he’s terribly lost as to what kind of music would fit the occasion. He spends a solid five minutes in silence, carefully thinking about this particular pressing issue.

Ultimately, however, he decides that it doesn’t matter. It’s the thought that counts. He has been thinking way too hard. He’ll just go with whatever makes him feel happy. So he picks one from his past. One his father used to sing to him.

Benjamin lies back on his comfortable sofa and sings, enjoying the apocalypse to its fullest.

 

 

Row row row your boat, gently down the stream

Merrily merrily merrily merrily life is but a dream

Row row row your boat, gently down the stream

Merrily merrily merrily merrily life is but a dream

Row row row your boat…


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