You’ll see her, perhaps, if you take the time to look. She’s there, in the crowd, or perhaps at the edge. She’s there, in the park, in the cafe, on the bus, at the school gates. She has a beautiful smile. She talks to those around her: she engages. But if you do spot her, if you notice her, you’ll see that whilst she talks, nobody ever really gets close. Nobody ever gets close. If they did, they might see that the beautiful smile never reaches the eyes. Make sure she never notices you noticing, because nobody ever survives that.
© David Jesson, 2018
The atmosphere had been tense for days and the Threat Level had fluctuated between ‘Moderate’ and ‘Substantial’. Warning signs were clear: skirmishes more frequent, escalating in intensity. It was only a matter of time before disaster struck. That morning it was clear: the situation was deteriorating. By lunchtime the Threat Level was at ‘Severe’, and during the afternoon it rose to ‘Critical’. The world ended at teatime:
“But I wanted the green plate!”
The child wailed, limbs thrashing on the floor.
Later, the child soothed and sleeping peacefully, a toast was drunk to surviving the end of the world – again.
©David Jesson, 2018