Never Return

Weston Sharpensteen

The sky is ominous.

There is no hope.

The IGA is deserted.

No human in sight.

I am alone.

As I look to the horizon at the close and impending doom,

I can’t help but find peace.

Trees destroyed, sand blowing, the tide rising at unsafe levels.

No sounds except for wind and water.

The inescapable doom is a fascinating doom..

Soon my surroundings become my enemies.

The wave crashes into my house.

Glass and cardboard fly all around.

I wait in anticipation,

For Mother Nature to cast her judgement onto my life.

I could’ve evacuated at the Mayor’s orders.

I could’ve left the town.

But I shall be leaving very shortly.

My evacuation will commence now.

I will never return.