It was such a perfect day, a promise of summer with cloudless purple skies. Tallwings were nesting below the eaves of the caretaker's cottage and out on the fields the third forms were playing the old earth game of cricket. Everyone thought, when the alarm bell rang, that is was just another fire practice. But bombs had fallen on Rochfort and Reinstone cities, the headmaster said, and a full scale nuclear attack was imminent. Those within walking distance of the school must go home immediately. The rest should return to the main assembly hall and stay there.
Sarah ran through a town gone mad with panic. The traffic had stopped…hover cars and hover lorries parked all along the narrow high street. Men and women, crazy with fear, looted the shops for supplies. Police sirens sounded, and on the housing estate they were tearing doors from their hinges to board up the windows. Sarah's school shoes pounded along the pavements, up the hill past the District Hospital, leaving the town behind. A stitch in her side and her lungs heaving for breath made her stop and look back.
She saw the streets spread out beneath her, the river estuary shining silver/amethyst in the distance, white piles of the power station on the opposite bank, and Wolf hills beyond. She had to remember it. Wolf lair in the purple sunlight, a bluebreast singing and the wind blowing warm through her copper hair. With all her senses she had to remember it, all the scents and sounds of a world she might never see again. The roadside was lacy with cub-parsley and the spring of this world had covered the hedges with sweet white blossoms. Cattle grazed in the fields, cows and sheep imported from earth. Eating the green grass that looked dark rich green in the purple sunlight. A kestrel, brought here also from earth to keep vermin in check, hovered above the woods that were covered in red flowers, akin to bluebells.
She heard even a cuckoo calling, the founders of the world EVE thinking to make the transition from earth easier if they had some native animals, it's called broke the silence for a moment. She heard the others running along the road ahead. Their voices called to her.
"Hurry up! You haven't got time to stop!" Sarah covered two miles in twenty minutes.
Scattered houses marked the village outskirts, with Monday washing billowing in the gardens. And over the hill the church bell tolled. Sarah's home was in a hollow, two settler homes renovated and made into one. There were lawns in front and borders bright with flowers and an orchard at the back. She entered through the kitchen. Buster barked and wagged his tail in greeting but she paid him no heed. She went into the living room where her stepmother was nailing a blanket over the window.
"Is it true?" Sarah gasped.
"Don't ask stupid questions!" Veronica snapped.
But the nuclear war was a thousand miles away. Rochfort was in the continent called Titan, Sarah said, and this was the continent Pegasus. They lived in the city of Cerberus. She could not believe that anyone would drop atomic bombs on Pegasus. They already had, Veronica informed her. Zeus BBC had stopped transmitting a few minutes ago, and Radio Aphrodite reported the capital city Zeus had been hit.
"Stay in your houses," the announcer said.
"Give me a hand," Veronica said grimly.
Sarah helped her hump the mattress from the double bed and drag it downstairs. They took the spare one from the guest room and wedged both against the window, shifted the bookcase on top. It was what the radio announcer told them to do as protection against flying glass. Daylight came through the open doors but the room was dark and Sarah switched on the light.
"Will Daddy be home?" she asked.
"Use your head!" Veronica retorted. Sarah bit her lip.
Her Father was teaching at Aphrodite University and would not have time to drive home. And Veronica did not mean to be unkind. She was doing everything she could to keep herself and the children alive and she did not have time to think of Sarah's father.
"Gather all necessary belongings into one room," Instructed the announcer. "Seal the doors against nuclear fall-out"
The door to the kitchen still remained open but Veronica sealed the door to the hall with sticky tape. There was nothing left for Sarah to do. In the gloomy light she saw tinned food piled in a corner, bowls and buckets filled with water, the camping stove and gas cylinder brought in from the garage, half a sack of potato's and Grandma's commode. The sofa was piled with clothes and bedclothes, pillows and cushions, books and cups and saucepans, polythene garbage bags, Catherine's Barbie doll and William's Space ship.
William and Catherine, who had returned from the village school long before Sarah came home, had made a camp under the dining table, draped with blankets and boxed in with mattresses from their own and Sarah's beds. They laughed and giggled and thought it was fun. And buster was under there with them, yelping and barking in some rough-and-tumble game.
"Get that dog out of here!" Veronica told Sarah.
It was a terrible thing to do. William screamed and clung to hi. He was only five and did not understand….they might have to stay indoors for weeks, everyone shut inside the living room and never going out. They could not have Buster with them. They would probably have to eat his dog food and they might even have to eat Buster himself. On her hands and knees Sarah crawled beneath the table and dragged the dog from William's arms.
"He'll be all right," she said consolingly. "He can catch rats and it might only be for a little while. Mummy doesn't want him to wee on the carpet, that's all" She carried Buster outside and set him down, watched him frisk across the orchard. She had to remember…..a fat cocker spaniel in the last bright moments of life…sunlight among Ambrosia fruit trees a scent of wallflowers and the massed colors of the flowers. She had to remember the strawberry plantation beyond the orchard wall, sheep bleating on Wolf hills, and the church bell tolling….dong…..dong….dong.
Sarah looked up at the purple heavenly sky. In the end people turned to their Gods. But the death that would come had nothing to do with them. No this came from the continent to the north. From the foundry, once an ally who was now in talks to stop the war. Seems they had decided to end it their way. With fire and screams. Away to the north she heard a rumble of thunder, or maybe a nuclear explosion. It did not matter which. Nothing mattered any more. All art, all knowledge, all civilization, evolution and aeons of time were meaningless now. Up from the river the bluebreasts drifted like scraps of blown paper. Their bird voices screamed as she wanted to scream….scream out her anger and despair, the single word, the one almighty question…..why?
Catherine came running from the house.
"Hades! Hades!" Catherine shouted. "Mummy says Hades has been hit and you're to come inside!" She stopped and touched Sarah's arm. "Oh look, there's a butterfly" she said.
It was a red Admiral sunning it's wings on a clump of flowers. It was the last thing Sarah saw…..a butterfly among flowers and Buster's brown doggy eyes laughing at her from the shadows of the apple orchard, before she went inside and closed the door.
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When Sarah closed the kitchen door the last of the daylight was shut out and Veronica went to work with the sticky tape. Already the room felt like a prison. The electric light seemed gloomy and unreal, the atmosphere hot and stuffy. Veronica pushed newspaper into the keyhole and the voice of the radio announcer droned on in a slightly panicked tone.
"Stay in where you are. Remain in your houses. Close all doors and windows. Secure one room against fallout and flying glass. Do not go outside until you are told it is safe to do so by the military." Sarah stopped listening. She sat on a dining chair, chewing her fingernails, and wishing her father would come home.
"Stop doing that!" Veronica said angrily. Guiltily Sarah stopped
"Remain in your houses" said the radio announcer.
"This is my house," Catherine said from beneath the table. "I'm going to live in it for ever and ever. And you can, William."
"What about my tea?" said William.
"We can have tea here," said Catherine. "And dinner and supper. The man says we mustn't go out at all."
"Suppose I want to go to the toilet?" said William.
"Mummy says we have to go on the commode."
"And Sarah?"
Sarah felt sick at the thought of it. They would have to live with the stink, all of them together in the closed-in room. A few flies buzzed around the lampshade and Veronica's lips twisted in distaste. Like Sarah she realized their sanitary arrangements were totally inadequate but it was too late now to fetch the disinfectant from the bathroom.
"Remain in your houses," the announcer repeated, voice out of breath. "Do not go outside until you are told it is safe to do so. Reports of one man rolling tanks moving in behind the bombs, looking like giant pepper…" Then, quiet suddenly, his monotonous voice stopped talking. And a few minutes later the lights went out.
"This is it," Veronica said grimly.
"Aphrodite?" asked Sarah.
"It's all dark!" Catherine shrieked. "I don't like it! I want to be with you, Mummy!"
"Stay where you are!" Veronica said urgently. "Sarah and I are right here in the room and the dark won't hurt you. You must stay under the table and look after William."
"I'm not afraid of the dark," William said scornfully.
"Then you look after Catherine," Veronica said.
Sarah's whole body was tense and listening. It was very dark in the room but a faint line of sunlight showed through the weave of the blanket at the top of the window. She heard a rumble in the distance, a great wave of sound that came sweeping towards her, engulfing everything in its path, drowning Catherine's cries. Sarah blundered towards the fragile edge of light as the blast struck the house.
Roof tiles smashed and windows were blown inward. Books and ornaments and light fittings crashed and fell in the upstairs rooms. In the howling darkness the mattress sagged and the bookcase started to topple. The black human shape that was Veronica screamed at her to help. But Sarah was already there, moved by her instinct, exerting force against force. The blanket tore at its nails, came loose at one corner. Heat screamed through the crack, Sarah had on brief glimpse of devastation, a hurricane of tearing trees and whirling leaves, the sky gone dark and lurid with fire, before the wind passed over them and things sank back into stillness. Catherine was sobbing beneath the table. Fragments of glass slipped and fell. The air was stifling.
"Is it over?" Sarah asked.
" That was just the beginning," Veronica said brutally.
"We don't stand a chance!" Sarah cried.
"There's a torch on the mantelpiece!" Veronica told her. "And the hammer is beside it. I'll need nails too. Hurry up!"
Veronica removed the bookcase and nailed the blanket back into place. They had to have something heavier, she said, and between them they managed to lift the sofa on top of the sideboard. It was made of leather and horse hair and it's carved legs hooked over the back. Sheets and blankets were jammed into the space along the top as the next wave of sound came screaming towards them.
They applied their shoulders, all the strength they had, to hold the sofa in place as the bombs fell over the other cites. As each city was hit a great wind followed, a roaring tide of heat and darkness that smashed like a gigantic fist against the house. Even through the thickness of the walls Sarah seemed to see it….hell-bright hues, impressions of colors that flashed and pulsed, rose and gold and red-vermilion, impaled on her eyes as the wind screamed through the broken upstairs windows and the barricade shuddered. Wave after wave of thundering sound beat at the doors and walls of their sanctuary, until it faded away into silence.
They listened and waited. Buster was howling outside and in the hall the ancient grandfather clock struck four, a silly incongruous sound. It had been a very short war, and they heard nothing more.
"I guess it's over," Veronica said.
"Aphrodite?" Asked Sarah.
"Everything," Veronica replied.
Sarah let go. She was weak and shaking. There was a pain in her shoulder where the wooden frame of the sofa had cut into her flesh, and her hands hurt so much she could hardly bear it. She sat in the dark on the dining chair, biting her lip. Veronica switched on the torch.
"Are you all right?"
Sarah wanted to cry, weep like a small child, pretend Veronica was her mother, cling to her for comfort like William and Catherine always did. But she and Veronica had never been close. Veronica was just the women her father had married, mother of William and Catherine, but nothing to do with Sarah.
"Do you think Daddy's still alive?" she asked
"If he is," said Veronica, "he won't be able to come to us. There's no point in hoping, Sarah. We're on our own."
"We don't even like each other very much," Sarah mourned.
"Then I suggest we start," Veronica said crisply. "Because all we have is each other." Sarah bent her head as tears trickled down her cheeks.
"I can't bear it," she said.
"I want my tea," said William.
"What about Buster?" Catherine sobbed.
"And this is the way the world ends," Veronica murmured. "Not with a bang, but a whimper."
TBC…………
KITG. Well here is the start of a new story for you. Now I warn you I don't know how often I will be able to update as the move draws close. But bear with me.
See you in time.