One Thousand Years
The Christian Fiction Series
“The Author fully expects to Live”
{Excerpts from One Thousand Years}
Jobage The Prequel:
The Day After the Rapture Stories
“Who Knew?”
After all those stories and times people kept saying it would happen, who knew. Certainly somebody got it right, didn’t they?
A very frightening thought, as if all thought weren’t now frightening now, came creeping in his mind.
What if, what if we were all wrong?
That scared her.
How could everyone be wrong?
Surely somebody had to have gotten it right, I mean for Gods sake, there WERE people missing.
But what people!! Who could account for it?
The ones who obviously should have been missing today are still here.
Breathing was getting suddenly hard, her chest became tight and constricted, somewhere in her bowels she suddenly felt bloated, uncomfortable.
Looking over the initial survey report it was obvious something was wrong with the names here:
A Murderer
An Adulterer
A Talk Show Host
My God there was a Democrat on here, even a Wall Street Banker.
Some names were to be expected, and they were there.
Only one Tele-evangelist.
The summary sheet made no sense at all.
How could so few famous names not be included?
They weren’t all Christians, they certainly weren’t all saints, and it seemed few had any real connections to anyone else on the list.
The common denominator was missing.
The element of six degrees looked like it had its first exception.
This...this "disappearance" listing made no sense at all.
There it was, classified and categorized "For Her Eyes Only"
The Summary Brief was attached.
Her ADVISORS recommendations were attached
Everything was in order and set out as always.
But...it made no sense to her at all.
It could have been written in Greek for all it said to her.
A part of the HER mind said this was still a bad dream, it did “feel” like it.
But a morning show host, a comedian and the absence of the story on the news wire, those were obvious signs;
THIS WAS SERIOUS.
Shutting down the stock market because of a “technical melt down” had been a good idea. She signed off on that one, but SHE knew that couldn’t last.
Still one day the world would have to get on with business.
Shut down for One Day would at least help her get a handle on this.
After all the show must go on.
She WAS the President, this WAS her watch.
Wasn't this Her Duty after all?
An aide came in and left quickly seeing her curt dismissal.
She wanted nothing from anyone right now.
She certainly did not want bad news.
Looking around the room she knew she should do something, after all the phone had wrung at midnight.
She had to DO something...,
The phone call had woken here to a crisis mode.
She had listened for 20 minutes as the Issues were explained in monotone.
She had listened numbly.
She acknowledged the call, stated she would be IN, in the morning and hung up.
She wondered how her Chief Aide had felt about that one.
Oh how she wished she would have seen the look on His face at that moment.
She hadn't slept from that moment on, in fact, she giggled almost hysterically.
The Secret Service Agent monitoring her room from his office, knocked and entered.
He had brought a pot of coffee and a bible.
She had almost commented on it but as she was still in shock, she simply giggled.
A bible? at a time like this?
4 hours later her chief of staff came in. She told Him to get out and come back at 6.
He was not usually so summarily dismissed.
Her staff was shocked when she sent a text to each one that said in essence: to Stop, take a deep breath, go home till noon, then come back.
None had, so she holed up here in the Oval Office, running everyone off till noon.
Her security detail was rattled, you could see it in the tension in the shoulders, faces, quiet hushed terms.
They seemed for the first time at a loss how to proceed.
Shocked would have been a good word, but that had to have been last night.
Today, the sun had risen and the world was going on, just not the way they had thought it would.
She was sure they were conferring with the Surgeon General, the Vice President, and Her Chief of Staff
She looked out the window trying to remember
Humming she fumbled in her desk for a pad of paper which having found with her executive pen she wrote:
“Why do the Birds go on singing?”
She had noticed the Red breasted robin outside, trying to chortle out the mocking bird and Chick-a-dees on the Cherry Tree outside.
“Why does the Sun go on shining?
Certainly was spring, there was no doubt.
The fresh air of cooler mornings were yielding to the pressures of summer coming with spring
Every year,,,she thought,
“Why do these eyes of mine cry?”
Closing her mind he shut her eyes to all around her, taking a moment to stop.
She had told everyone else to do that.
It had seemed like a good idea at the time.
Now that her moment had come to “be still”, she had a hard time slowing her heat rate.
He head rate was running a mile a minute with thoughts, but she felt she needed to do this.
She felt like she had to do this.
She wanted to do this.
She recalled what she had told everyone to do when they went home today, if they had.
She said, Go Home.
Get alone.
Be still.
Be quiet.
Be away from everyone else.
Just sit for a few minutes with yourself.
The rest she was doing herself.
Trying to stop the madcap ideas that flit through the brain like a kaleidoscope of impressionist art.
Life, loves, tragedies, families, the future, the past, the moment, the lovers, the failings, the success, all seemed meager renditions of the life she wanted to love compared to the one she had.
Now, here she was, the moment of Truth.
All was still, it was very real, she stopped her thoughts.
She was alone in her mind and sat very still like a child.
She had been humming the song.
In one last moment she recalled the words to it.
She wrote them on the paper on her desk.
Leaning back and remembering her quiet time she saw the light on her phone had come on from the residence.
She remembered she had asked her daughter to come in.
There were some things she wanted to say.
Some personal items she wanted to get off her chest.
Things she had always meant to say, just never got the time.
Now was the time.
She lifted the phone and told her secretary to let her daughter in.
Before the Door opened she closed her eyes back to her “moment” that she had told everyone else to do.
In a rare tenderness she spoke, hardly realizing she had said the words out loud.
Loud enough that the person who had entered the room heard what she said.
“God Forgive us” came out of her mothers lips.
She was the Presidents daughters.
While her mothers eyes were closed she shot her.
Blood splattered down on the words the President had written.
The white paper was getting soaked in red. There was shock as the bullet had not stopped her heart yet and time had stood still.
Her eyes had opened in disbelief. Time had moved so slowly.
But her head suddenly weighed a ton as she slumped forward towards her desktop.
Before closing her eyes forever she saw the last words she had written.
“Don’t they know, it’s the End of the World?”
