Doomed to Repeat
This is almost entirely based on a bad dream I had. A little sci-fi/horror/I don’t know what. Interpretations are welcome, if you dare plumb the depths of my psyche.
He looked at his watch. “It’s almost time,” he said.
The kids groaned and put down their forks.
“Come on outside. Come on! No dawdling, do you want to drown in the kitchen?”
“What does it matter,” grumbled the older daughter. “We’ll die either way.”
“Don’t talk like that,” the mother snapped. “Just… please. Come out here on the porch with me and hold hands. We don’t know that it could be the last time.”
“Mama, how many more days?” asked the younger daughter.
“I don’t know, sweetie. Maybe until somebody does it right. Maybe until somebody fixes it. We tried once, to fix it. We tried building walls together. Do you remember all the people?”
The child shook her head.
“Well, it happens all over the world. We can’t get away. So for a while, all the people tried to get together and build a shelter. But no matter how many hands we had, one day just wasn’t enough time. After a while, we started to stay home…”
“It’s here,” dad said with grim finality.
“Remember, kids: if you survive the impact, breathe deep right away so you drown quick. I’ll see you again this morning. I love you.” She had to shout over the rumbling of the approaching tsunami.
“I’m scared, mama.”
“I know baby. It won’t last. It won’t last.” Knowing the outcome did not prevent her from protectively curling her body around the child, who started to cry. The elder daughter and the father stood together, gripping the railing of the porch and waiting silently.
The tidal wave took them.