Dreaming

Describe a dream and make it into a story...

“It’s time.” Ethan said.  We embraced for a minute cheek to cheek.  I inhaled his cologne and felt safe in his arms even as chaos ensued around us.  Separating quickly, I ran up the staircase that went in three different directions before I came to a large oak door.  Opening the door, I entered the dark attic littered with suitcases and various clothes and personal items strewn about.  Only what I need to bring, I reminded myself.  I didn’t know how long our journey was going to be, or where it would take us.  I went through the suitcases and piles of clothes trying to find the essentials.  I found a pair of diamond earrings that I thought we could sell if we needed the money.  I heard footsteps on the stairs.

“Ethan?”   

“Yeah.”  He appeared in the doorway, “need help?” He asked.

“What’re you bringing?” 

“Just this.”  He pointed to the bag slung over his shoulder.

“I don’t know what to bring...”  I looked at the duffle and the suitcase with wheels.   opted for the duffle and began to fill it.  All this was new to me.

We were hit with a thick wall of heat as we stepped out onto the porch.  There were ashes and dirt everywhere.  Flames and fire exploded along the skyline.  It took all I had not to look behind me.  I didn’t want to remember what we were leaving behind.

We were after all in the end of days.