Slice Of Life: A Daily Story

Day Nine

Saturday, June 30th

Shell Shocked

I don’t have a lot of time so this is going to be a quick message to whoever is out there to read it. The thundering sounds of the shells are all about me. And the sky alights as if the fourth of July. Already there are reports of massive outages throughout the city, Upper James, Prince George, Victoria, Kings Ford, Raleigh and South Princeton all without any power. I fear that we will be hit all too soon and then I will be unable to transmit any information to whoever might be there. I pray that there are still others out there. Internet is still working, but it’s spotty at best.

I can now hear the rat-a-tat-tat of the machine guns right outside of the window; I’ve dimmed the lights so as to not attract their attention. They have invaded; there is no doubt about it now. I can hear the roar of the tanks rumble down the streets interspersed with the bombings. In the brief silence I can hear the voices, arguing at times, cajoling at other times. And occasionally a female voice rises above the din. They are too near. I have locked the doors, just in case the soldiers were to try the handle.

Wait, a flash of light, coming through the drawn curtains. A flashlight. I’m crawling under the table with my laptop. As I promised, I will stay on here as long as I can. I pray to God that someone is catching this chat window. Someone somewhere, please dear God, please someone be alive to become a witness to these horrific abuse of militia gone awry. Someone is at the door. The handle is turning. Wait, wait ….

It’s alright; I believe they have passed on by. I can breathe easier ag