He paced back and forth in the living room, his steps atuned to the ticking of the old grandfather clock’s hand. She wasn’t home yet and paranoia swept over him – these predictions on the great Rapture terrified him. Outside the city knelt and cried for salvation.
When she finally arrived, he pulled her close. He spun a vinyl record; he held her waist and she leaned on his chest.
The earth trembled then, forming faults on the ground.
“At least we’re together, yes?”
Dark clouds piled above them but with lost hope and delirious love stronger than doomsday they waltzed.
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The Rapture by KASH
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