Originally published on the Literati Mafia
I stood out on the deck, staring up at the night sky into the face of the end of the world.
Inside, my family and a large group of their friends drank and laughed and danced to old songs, some I remembered, some I didn’t. Upstairs, my two little brothers and the younger kids of the partiers’ slept—with a little help from Benadryl—blissfully unaware of the fact they would never wake up.
In the valley below, the town sparkled like the Fourth of July, now a month past. The sultry breeze carried the faint sounds of music and laughter up the steep hillside to my family’s summer home.
Was the whole world celebrating? Continue reading “The Last Dance”