nature

Every Last One

Every-Last-One

She couldn’t see it, but she could feel it. The thick woollen fibres stood even more on end than usual. Her home bristled with the vibrating air. Her babies huddled where she’d laid them, oblivious to this world. A world that was in danger. She couldn’t move them now. She could move herself, but her instincts wouldn’t let her. She had to protect, but all of her being told her that was an impossible task. The noise began to get louder. It’s tubular screaming hovering around her, here, then there, then here, then over there. It wavered around her senses in a directional mess of confusion. First it was coming from this way, then that. She turned, then turned again. It was impossible to keep track of where it would come from when it came.

And she knew that it would come.

The noise grew louder still and she felt the wisp of sharp breeze push her off her feet. All eight of them. All of her eyes widened. Her body hairs tensed. She looked to her babies huddled in a pile for the last time. Then it came.

Brian was sure his wife would be placated after their argument last night. Amongst the many failings of himself she’d pointed out, his lack of completion of household chores seemed to come up most. After he’d worked out how to switch the vacuum cleaner on he’d hoovered from top to bottom. He’d even done behind the book shelves where the thick pile of the carpet seemed to have been covered in layers of cobwebs. He was sure he’d disturbed a nest of some kind when he saw thousands of little bodies with lots of tiny legs scatter across the floor. It was ok though, he’d managed to suck up every last one of them.

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Rainbow

Rainbow

“But you’ve done it the wrong way round!” said God.
Brian stared at his paint tins. He was sure he’d put them in the right order. The order that God had directed. The correct order. Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, Violet. God was still shaking his head, rubbing at his eyebrows, his fingers getting lost in the thicket of grey hairs.
“But sir,” ventured Brian, “This is the order you said, sir.”
“Is it?” God roared. “Is it really, Brian?”
Brian glanced at his brush in his trembling hand, unsure of his sureness. “Er, yes, sir.”
“Brian,” said God, “When I promoted you to Head Angel in charge of Sky, did I not say to you that this was a great responsibility?”
“Yes, sir, God, sir.”
“And did I not remind you that with such responsibility comes a great need to listen carefully, Brian?”
“Er, yes, sir, God, sir, you did, sir. Listening is key, sir, you said, sir.”
Brian looked pleased with himself at such recall of important information. His memory was somewhat hazy. Being an ethereal being has that effect.
“So then, Brian,” said God, “How does it come to pass that you could get this task so horribly upside down?”
Brian looked at his work as he hovered within the pinkish sky. Red at the top. Violet at the bottom. Red at the top. Violet at the bottom. Red at the… Oh.
“You see now?” said god.
As the two beings floated down to the Earth to see from below Brian felt the full force of his mistake. He looked up, and followed the colours he’d so diligently painted from top to bottom. Violet, Indigo, Blue, Green, Yellow, Orange, Red.
“Oops,” said Brian.

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