He hadn’t wanted to retire, he didn’t like having nothing to do and his wife was happier without him getting in her away at home. Luckily, he had taken that walk down by the docks that day and seen the sign for volunteers at a boat repair shop.
He’d always liked boats and working with his hands. He decided to go it ago and see what happened.
Now, he spends days outside, enduring rain and sun, fixing up boats and painting them. He couldn’t think of anything else he’d rather be spending time doing and he felt useful once again.
Jenna was meant to be writing but she couldn’t do it. Every time she tried to sit at her computer nothing happened. She tidied the house and did the chores she had been putting off. She watched TV, telling herself she was looking for inspiration.
Finally back at the desk, Jenna tried to get her into the story. A loud squawk distracted her and she looked out of the window to see a large bird staring in at her. Wondering what it was doing, Jenna got up and went into the back garden, story officially abandoned.
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?’
I came across the boots whilst digging at the bottom of my new garden. They were just sat on the low wall as if waiting for their owner to come back. I glanced around but there was nobody, only me and the birds.
The boots had been out here for awhile also the toes were wrapped in duck tape. How strange! I had a flash of the fairy tale about elves mending shoes and laughed. Perhaps someone would come back for the boots soon enough? I decided to leave them be.
I stopped and looked across the muddy stream up at the embankment rising above us. There were wooden steps placed into the slope but the bottom few and the little bridge that had once got you there had gone.
‘Are you sure this is the right way, daddy?’ my little girl asked.
‘Yes,’ I replied, ‘I’ll carry you across. Pick up Fluffy.’
She scooped up her little dog then I picked her up and carefully walked through the stream and up to the remaining steps. Setting them down, we carried on, though I was slowly regretting this afternoon walk.
The days were getting warmer and brighter, it was finally time to dust off the garden furniture and spend more time outside. The weather though had other ideas. No sooner had the family got everything out, cleaned and set up, snow clouds appeared and winter frozen their plans. The family sat watching the snowflakes falling and wondering if they’d ever see spring again.
Finally, the snow and the cold were banished. Blazing sunshine brought the garden back to life. The family could enjoy their own paradise once more with tea parties glory and long horse rides through the grounds.
It had been a silly idea to come this way in the car. There wasn’t even a road! But dad had insisted he knew a short cut around the mountain. Rounding the bend though there was a small sign off to the side. There was a red circle with a line through it and underneath was a figure with a large black hand. It could only have meant stop. I tried to tell him this and so did mum, but he just carried on.
Hours later, we had to be rescued off the mountain top. Dad claimed it had been a successful adventure though!
Friday night and I was stood outside looking up at the sky. Most people were out drinking, partying or at home chilling but here was I, shivering in my coat, trying to get a good look at the stars. It was a dream, turned hobby, turned job and I was so lucky to be here right now. Only tonight, the constellations weren’t playing. There was too much cloud cover for a good enough footage. The weather forecast hadn’t been wrong about more snow a coming. I signed, there was always tomorrow night to try again with.