Early one morning

It was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop.
Stretching luxuriously in the warmth and space of the double bed, she rolled over and through a gap in the curtains, saw that dawn was just breaking.
Always an early riser, she got up.

Sitting down to a leisurely breakfast after her shower, she pondered what to do with her day. It was the weekend, so no need to fight the rat race getting to work. Her time was her own, to do with as she pleased.
She looked at the clock. It was past 9 and everything was still and peaceful.
She decided to go for a walk.

Outside, all was quiet, no birds singing, no dogs barking, no sounds of traffic.
No movement in any of the local properties, no children playing, nothing.
She looked up and down the road for signs of life.
There were none.
None at all.

It was the same in the next street, and by the third she felt exposed and vulnerable, and was anxious to get home.
Once inside her front hall, she reached for the phone to call her mother.
The phone remained silent in her hand, no dialing tone, buzz or any indication of connection.
She retrieved her mobile out of her bag, the screen showed ‘No signal’.
She grabbed her car keys.

She drove down roads normally choked with traffic, but didn’t see a single soul.
Cars were parked legally and tidily either in drives or along the roadside.
The supermarket was devoid of customers and staff, an open invitation to opportunists, if there had been any around.

She drove to the police station.
Equally empty and quiet.

She drove to the hospital and parking haphazardly, raced into the emergency department. There was no activity there either.
She realised she was totally alone, as if the entire town had been erased of all life, leaving just the shells and material items of existence.
She felt the bile of panic rise as she doubled up in the waiting area.

It was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop.
Stretching luxuriously in the warmth and space of the double bed, she rolled over and through a gap in the curtains, saw that dawn was just breaking.
Always an early riser, she got up.

Deciding what to do with her day, she looked out of the window.
Everything was quiet and still, no birdsong, no dogs barking, no traffic.
She screamed.

The cat cleaning itself on her back porch looked up, then jumped over the fence, disappearing through the cat flap next door where its elderly owner was just putting down a bowl of milk.

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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2 Responses to Early one morning

  1. colinandray says:

    Got my attention! πŸ™‚

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