It was dark. The last day of the last month of the last year. It was probably raining but it wasn’t worth climbing up to the window to see out. The last minutes were passing rapidly. Perhaps it was time to start fiddling with the radio.
Brittle plastic and awkward knobs, the radio was old and needed persuading to tune to a station, crackle and music.
Tinned food stockpiled, first aid kit to hand. Bunkered down in blankets. The world was going to come crashing to an end.
That would serve all the fools right for trusting in this technology, they’d given over their lives to it, sold their souls and now it was too late.
It was safer in the dark but the matches and candles were to hand.
A voice on the radio. A countdown.
Three, two, one…
Braced, tense. What would happen? Explosion or a grinding to a halt?
Silence then the first fireworks shot overhead.
The voice on the radio continued.
The world went on.
Wondered what the fuss had been about.
This week we asked you to write a piece of fiction or creative non-fiction about a countdown, starting with “Three, two, one.”
It could be about anything – New Year’s Eve, gathering your nerve, disciplining your kids. We wanted you to use your imagination and have fun with it.
I went for abstract this week and managed to get in beautifully under the word count, 177. It’s got to be a miracle!