The piles of rubbish, rubble and anything we could find,
stretched for miles. We’d scavenged for the last few months, the few remaining
people and I, trying, finding, that last ditch effort offered before all hope
would be lost.
The world we knew, now so far, far away, constantly
reminding each of us of the ways we used to live. We laughed, smiled, cried
until the night reminded us of the sleep we needed. Missing the days, embracing
the nights, trying to last one, more, solitary day. Each day. Until that last
day.
Pushing another bundle of rubbish into the gigantic
collection in front of me I pause, for a few seconds, reaching out. A small
teddy, nothing special, right in front of me. I sat down onto the sand, the
sand that now stretched for many, many miles. Reaching, I picked up the teddy.
A small bit battered, probably living a life of lost and forgotten cuddles.
Maybe it had managed to float along a long-forgotten river, before reaching
here, before the day decided to change everything forever.
Smiling, feeling, I casually throw the teddy onto the pile
and relax onto the sand. Embracing the stars now covering the sky above,
breathing managing to relax for a few seconds as one of my collection colleagues
walks past, reminding me, placing the inevitable thoughts into my mind, that we
were close to lighting the last fire.
The lands had dried, the seas had burnt to a crisp, with the
remaining plant life crying for freedom. This was it, that moment where the
spark finally dies, finally encompassing the realisation that this truly was
the end.
The shouts echoed through the night air, as I stood, walking
backwards away from the pile. We’d collected so much, with so little time, in
the last-ditch effort to try and find rescue. We were few, oxygen dwindling,
with no room to manoeuvre or escape. There were others, safe, behind the walls
of technology but their time was also limited to the failings of man made
machines. Soon, very soon, the same fate may defeat each and every single one
of them.
The fire flew along the piles of rubbish, lighting the very
sky with our message, the plea for some higher power to help. We’d failed this
world, we’d failed ourselves, with the momentary gamble of thinking that the
next generation would make things better. Would make things right. That never
arrived, leaving the next collection of human like drones to realise that the
system no longer worked. It was too late.
The fire raged, ravaging the remaining oxygen in the air
around us. One by one, we fell, we gave our last remaining breath to try and
find absolution. The world, the earth, finally no longer willing to nurture the
life that we needed. The fire, the
rubbish and debris that we’d collected, spelt the simple letters to any being out there in the darkness... SOS.
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