It’s the end of the World, and I feel fine.

This whole writing fiction every week, isn’t as frightening as I thought it would be.

Latest piece below.

Most people think that the end of civilisation will be a big thing. One event that wipes humans out, but it started much smaller than that. It started with cow shit.

It wasn’t the acrid stench of the thing, or the fetid odour coming from the stables. It was the sun that set everything off. The ball of fire in the sky, ripening the bacteria in their guts until they burst in blistering, pus-filled carcasses. No one explained it to me, and I don’t think I’m smart enough understand anyways.

“Millie.” My father called from the back porch. His voice rough from being out driving the cattle for the past month, his legs bowed, and his back hunched.

Shoving my pitchfork deep in the earth, I turned to him and wiped the sweat from my brow, my slick arm only smearing more cow crap across my face.

“Yeah, Dad?”

He ambled down the steps, a mug cradled in one hand, and a slice of bread smothered with honey and butter in the other. His wide hat, dusty and warped from the sun.

“I found another one dead this morning.”

“The same as the others?”

“Yeah. Just like ’em. Looked like she just keeled over.”

As he bit into the bread, I watched the vet load the dead cow into the back of his ute. His hands coming away wet with the fluid leaking from their ears, noses, eyes and assholes. Wiping them on his plastic apron, he patted Rocket, my dog, on the head and left.

Rocket was dead the next day. The vet two weeks later. My parents not long after that.

I don’t know why I’m left. Maybe shovelling the shit pile since I could walk helped, or maybe I’m already dead, but just don’t know it.

I’ll ask the next person I see.

Few and far between these days.

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20 thoughts on “It’s the end of the World, and I feel fine.

  1. Hey
    Thank you for taking the time to step on over to Love Relaished Ink. It’s wonderful to have your whimsical soul as a new companion on my long and winding road.
    From what I have seen of your blog so far, I’ve no doubt you are already finding writing a totally engaging and personally fulfilling experience. I hope the pleasurable company of words will always flow and follow you as you flow following the flow of your flowing path flowing into the wide blue yonder, and flow onwards towards the adventures that follow the flow beyond that…
    Best wishes. Take care always in all ways for always.
    Namaste

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  2. Death by Manure ? oooh….. want something to gander at lisa that’s flowery without the fertilizer (sic) – you could always check out my latest submission to the #colouryourworld challenge…I’ve left a tab for easier access to the submissions. You’ll also find my piece on romance (ugh!) if you fancy a bit of northern English film (Ha Ha)

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  3. Great story, Lisa! It’s very visual. I could see it play out in my head like a modern Twilight Zone episode.

    “…my slick arm only smearing more cow crap across my face.” Just quietly horrified by the mental image. 😆

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