#39 Talkin’ a Lunatic’s World Blues (600 words)

Inspired by: Talking World War III Blues

Ein Quin jolted awake. His room was still black except for the red LED lights of his alarm clock. It was 3 AM. He felt BC’s eyes upon him as they laid next to him in bed. He reached out and pet their neck.

“I had a crazy dream.” He told the cat. 

BC made a polite if disinterested meow.

“I was in town, but an empty, abandoned Beacon. The full moon was huge in the sky, but it didn’t look right. A huge crack stretched across the surface.” 

BC meowed that they were following.

“I walked down Pennsylvania Avenue and didn’t see a single living soul. Only flaming cars and deteriorating buildings. Before I knew it, I walked across the entire city, and I was starving. I didn’t think anyone would notice if I joined in on the looting a little.

“I found a Wawa. I stepped over the broken glass. A shotgun fired from behind the made to order counter. I ducked.”

“You a Lunatic?” A gruff voice asked me.

“I don’t think so, how would I know?” 

“Raving maniacs if you ask me. I ain’t had any of them respond yet, so I reckon you’re alright.” 

“Does that mean I can get a hoagie?” 

“You think I’m squatting here to share my food? Get the hell outta here!”

“The man cocked his shotgun again, and I got the message. I turned tail and ran out of the store. I kept running until I hit the bay. I found a pleasure yacht, fueled up, and ready to hit the sea. I didn’t even hesitate. I jumped in and hit the gas.

“Now, I was out in the bay, and I got a more complete view of the city. There seemed to be several small fires burning across the city, it didn’t look like a nuclear war or anything. The only thing out of place was the massive moon. 

“I sailed around the bay a few times, trying to figure out what to do next. Then I saw someone swimming out to sea. Then I saw another and another. There were hundreds if not thousands of people swimming towards the lighthouse in the bay. I had to see what was going on. 

“I reached the island, and it already drew thousands of people to it, and they were running out of space. They were practically on top of one another. I had to slow down so I wouldn’t grind anyone up with my propeller. 

“Everyone on the island was chanting something. Though they were speaking in unison, I couldn’t make out what it was. I strained to hear and hoped to understand. These people clearly seemed like Lunatics and were responsible for the destruction.

“Then I felt the whole world shake. The ground beneath the bay cracked open, and billions of gallons of water disappeared in an instant. The water level fell about a fathom, and I nearly fell off the yacht.

“When the water leveled off a massive shadow cast over me and the bay. Before I could get a look at the creature, I had had enough of the dream and woke up. What do you think it means?” 

BC had fallen back asleep, and Ein didn’t think they listened too much of the story. 

“I hope you’re enjoying whatever dream you’re desperate to get back to. Can I take a peak?” 

Ein rested his head on BC’s, but the dream did not transfer. Ein sat in bed for a while longer, unable to fall back asleep, listening to BC snore.

Published by einquin

Writing personal exploration flash fiction as well as building the foundations for a comic book universe.

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