The unreal moon rose, full and dull white, shining in a too sea wash blue sky. I moved the netted curtain and opened the window. There should have been the sounds of the town; the cars, the people, the too loud TVs and crying children, but there was hardly anything.
I looked out, wasting more seconds, as I vented silent hatred over how this had all come about. The Government said it was for our own good, war was on, everything was being faked for our protection. I didn’t believe it, but what could one man do against all of this?
I was lucky to find this postcard in an antique shop and I thought you’d like it. No one living now can remember season changes, it’s always summer. (Of course, you know all of this!) How is your museum of the Old World doing? Busy, I hope! I’ve found a few things for your collection but I can’t post them to you whilst I’m flying! It’s letters only. In a few days, we will have reached the Drown Tropic Islands and then I can find an airship who will deliver.
Finally, they had got Mrs Willoby out of the old peoples’ home. Supporting her, the careers walked her onto the awaiting boat. The crew were silent, nerves building. They didn’t like being here, an eerie deadness hung about the empty island.
Once the hundred year old lady was seated, Mrs Willoby smiled and peered into her handbag. Nestled in a tissue was a throbbing green stone. Space contamination the government said, but she had never believed them. It was just a pretty stone.
The boat took off at high speed, leaving the condemned land but sealing the fate of another.
The take over had been slow at first but now it was sweeping all over. Everyone left from the alien invasion could see they had no choice but to unite as one country, one world.
The strips and stars flags appeared everywhere; houses, skyscrapers, ancient structures and mountains. Whilst anything that might divide people was temporally removed.
Humans needed to be as one at this time or they might not survive the next attempted invasion. Despite what some believed, another war was bubbling into life on a distant plant that would challenge the fate of humankind.
I glanced down at the puddle I had been about to step into and saw the reflections of a plane above and two skyscrapers.
I raised my head and looked about confused because there were no tower blocks beside or in front of me, just some shabby looking houses.
Perhaps it was one of those city street 3D paintings and not a real puddle but as I stepped over it, I felt something pull me back and before I knew it I had fallen into another world were everything was so very different from the one I’d left.
I looked around at the people surrounding me in the museum’s hallway. The realisation hit home; we were the last humans on earth and there was just over a hundred of us.
I flipped through the register again whilst I tried to convince myself that more people might have survived. It wasn’t a very good likelihood but I wasn’t going to be able to handle this if I couldn’t hold on to something.
A man came up to me and said, ‘so, what do we do now?’
Stood in the new playground taking everything in, I began to doubt this ‘futuristic’ design. Stealing glances at the other committee members it was clear they were uncomfortable too. The artist and architects on the other hand were looking totally pleased with themselves.
‘What do you think?’ the artist asked.
There was a slight pause then a feedback of mixed muttered words.
‘I guess the children will decided that,’ I spoke loudly and everyone agreed.
‘Let’s release them!’ someone called.
Hurrying behind the safety glass, we watched the gate rise up and all hell break loose.
Wheel had been watching over the city since the terrorist attack of 2038. Everyone believed it was for their own safety because that was the lie they had been feed. I though, knew something more sinister lay underneath and I was determined to find out what it was.