Karen leaves Dave to the living room television where Charlie Sheen is counting down the seconds to the "End of Light." Karen walks out the front door and plans to get into her sedan and drive off in search of others just like her. But ends up just walking while occasionally looking up into the sky where the light originates from.
A man across the globe is disappointed. He won't get to witness the last minutes of light because it's already dark where he is. The night will only stay off, he says. The Night will only turn into darkness, he corrects himself.
The man who stayed outdoors his whole life became afraid. The light that lit his sunset was now waning, the heat he once adored was slowly fading. After his friend Steve told him the news and made him coercisively point up to our Father, he walked away and went inside. The paths he hiked simmered in his memory, the long stares at coyotes through thin brush stained in his blinks. Nature was terrifying, The Nocturnals now owned the system.
Two young room mates passing the time on school break (in the spring). One man, the other female, never fully knew each other before becoming residents together. They still didn't have the time, busy with school and the myriad of extra curricula that plague the soul. They watch together now on the couch embracing, the rays separately shining through their living room window hitting old wooden floor boards. The closer the darkness comes, each minute reverently next, they began to sqooch closer and closer. Words weren't uttered but their only one way to make a son when another dies out.
A worker was working. He asked his boss if he could take his break a tad earlier to enjoy his last cigarette in sunlight. Maybe it could have been his last one all together, he's been thinking about quitting for 5 years but never tried. Maybe this last one. But his boss said no, so he went back to stocking.
A farmer cried. First because he's been farming his whole life, a break from the nonstop work seemed delightful. Then the tears really symbolized his lost earnings. All his crop was premature. The leafs still bulging, the fruit still green, across the field. The only crop that can flourish off this never ending night are fungi. They would grow and grow until finding the nearest light source. Would the moon still help us find our way? The mushrooms would grow bigger then us, and bacteria that thrives off of it, usually not much bigger then a cell would also grow tenfold being the size of us. Bacterium roaming around in the dark, snatching our shrooms up.
The astronomer watched the sun spots on the sun flare for the last time, the solar flares pounced off the core and lusted for it's next victim and almost reached mercury. The rest of the fire sizzled and he thought he could see bubbles and steam rise from new white dwarf. Only for minutes. This is the first time he can ever question seeing an action that didn't exist. Others are looking at it with a regular telescope but they are tweeting that the sun is still visible, it's another hoax like y2k and 2012/12/21 and everything else. But they still only take the light that is being directed to us. Radio telescopes are our only choice.
The protester held his placard, shoving it in the strangers faces commuting to and from work and pleasure. Hardly any eyes viewed the message, that the Food Bank was storing their food for their own personal gain. The food that was donated, the countless cans that have no logical expiration date, the dried goods still good for a few years. Even the perishables if stored right had months left to live on. The protester almost was getting violent with his sign, screaming, eyes bulged out with only deaf ears and blind eyes to no placate. One women did look but she was too busy taking a photograph of the sun's reflection off a skyscraper to actually slow down and converse. The protester broke.
Of course some had sex. Couples left the lights on for the last time. They still had sex under covers. They were breathing each others breath, watching how the light changed from each position they could fit in an eight minute stretch. The single ones with no one to see naked for the first and last time left their rooms aimlessly. Their eyes grew, thinking about the few moments that were waning away, and fewer then the some thought back at the their last time intimacy was physical in their lives. It made them feel as if the last few months they were in a closet where the string to the light was long but too far away.
The conspiracy theorist passed down his knowledge. He said the sun has already been out for years but this was the best time to close down the Earth like those stores that only close their doors on x-mas. But this was different, they were closing like those super markets that get beaten out by competitors, or like those stores that get shut down because they were illegal. Everything will eventually close he says but it was already obvious. Not only was he telling the truth but he was slurring trying to make the logical seem unhypothetical. Everyone in front of his megaphone already knew. The theorist wasn't aware but just stating swallowed assumptions.
Karen found a sidewalk and gallivanted on it. She spun around as the snow fell. She was only in a blouse and some fuzzy slippers. The flakes fell down her shirt and got stuck in her curly, auburn hair. Other neighbors were leaving their abodes too. They found out they should walk to. Some even got in their sedans and slowly putted away.
The satellite took pictures. The truists watched in their closets from their monitors the internet stream. The sun flickered like an light bulb on a string in basement that hasn't been used in years or like a headlight be slammed into a brick wall. Off then on then off forever shattered. In the picture, the frames that brought together a second, you could see the warmth of light leave this now pit of darkness. The light leaped and continued through the negative space. Each second leaving the next but the light traveled in all directions like a candle in the middle of a lifeless room. All was light for the end and the end came soon after.
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