In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Eat, Drink, and Be Merry….”
Eat, Drink, and Be Merry…
…for tomorrow we die. The world is ending tomorrow! Tell us about your last dinner — the food, your dining companions, the setting, the conversation.
We all knew it would happen, one day, but we never dreamed it would be in our life time. We thought maybe in a 100 years or so, certainly not tomorrow! It’s over…the world is over… Oh my God…it’s really REALLY over!
Where is she? Have you seen her? I can only hope she’s on her way to me. Surely she is… ? I need to see her, to touch her, to kiss her and tell her just how much I love her.
The satellite signal was lost six hours ago when it was incinerated by a fireball the size of a 18 wheeler. Any one who was outside could have seen the explosion. I saw it and knew I was witnessing the beginning of the end. It only took two seconds to run inside and grab my phone.
I dialed her number, put my ear to the phone, and heard nothing but dead silence. I tried her number again, hoping to hear her voice, but silence was the only voice I heard. It’s amazing how loud, quiet can be. A hollow nothingness echoed and felt as if it would envelope me. I cursed and threw the phone against the wall and watched it shatter to pieces.
I’m sure she’s on her way. She’ll want to be with me just as much as I want to be with her. Heaven and Hell could not keep us apart.
This will be our last night together. I’m going to make her favorite meal: Brown sugar glazed meatloaf, mashed potatoes and a toss salad made with the vegetables we grew ourselves. All of this will be paired with nice bottle (probably 2) of red wine. For dessert…nothing but cheese cake…and a lot of it!
Now, I best get busy before she comes. .
I cover the table with a crisp white tablecloth and fold the napkins just right. I want it to be perfect for her.
Oh the music…how could I forget the music? I’ll put in Loreena McKennitt’s album. We love her song, Mummers Dance and will probably play it over and over.
During dinner we will toast to our love and drink our wine. The conversation will be light, airy, and with much laughter. Hearing her laugh will make me feel safe. I will look into her eyes and I will know all is well. After dinner we will fall into each other’s arms and remain there until we are ushered into the next life.
The door knob turns…it’s her.