Your Days are Numbered

The attic Miss Redmark  called home was large and during the day it was flooded with sunlight, at night  it was bathed in moonlight and when it was foggy the room filled with mist.  The light green painted walls were fading and chipped the wooden floors are warped and dusty.

Most days Miss Redmark would go to one of the windowless rooms up in her attic and sit or stand and it seemed as if she hardly drew a breath. Dust from the plaster ceiling would fall as gentle as snow and land in her open eyes and cling to her dark hair and black dress.

She hardly moved at all but I think she dreamed because sometime she would smile.

One  day Redmark heard a noise and drifted  to the head of the staircase. She looked down  the unlit stairs  to the unlit room below and for the first time in years she hear the locks turn, the door to her house  to swung open and someone called for her to come down.

She took each step slowly, cautiously and when she got to the bottom of the stairs she stood with her hands clasped in front of her.

She went to the open door step outside and looked up.

She  moved her head from left to right, listening.

Then she walked down to the dead lawn,  kneeled down and placed her hands on the ground.

“11,915” she whispered to the Earth.

She raised her chin up and said the numbers into the wind and the wind carried them away.

” 11,915  right now ?” the Earth asked her.

” Yes. Now. Right now.”

W/W  NEWS RELEASE

Today it was reported that the deaths in a

virus that was believed to have been wiped out over 60 years ago has killed 11,915 people alone today in the following States…authorities are desperately trying to find the source of the deadly virus once nicknamed The Redmark …