





Don’t
use newspapers to start the fire. In the
last days there will be chaos. Earthquakes. Great winds that sweep all before them.
Do you think there will be newspapers?
No. Shave the wood with a hatchet. Keep your hatchet sharp. There. Like that.
Now the matches. Our
family will have matches, because I always keep a fresh supply. I’ll show you where they’re kept. I have them in lots of places in the
house. Some buried in the backyard. You’re
old enough now to know where,
just in
case something happens to me. You
may be able to burn books. Raid the
library if you can. The newspapers
will be gone, but there will still be books to burn. Now. Here’s the
squirrel from the trap. Don’t turn
your
head away, Missy. You’ll be glad of
squirrel in the last days. Always keep
your knife sharp. Lay the squirrel face
down. The concrete walkway here is
good. Cut down through the tail,
see? Right through the bone.
Lay the skin back. Step on the skin
and pull the back feet, see?
Skin comes right off. OK, the meat’s a little hairy, but
we’ll practice. Not
much meat on one, but there are plenty of squirrels
here. Catch a lot and smoke the meat
before the neighbors start trying to catch them too.
No, we will not share. This is
survival. Don’t let me catch you
giving our squirrel meat to those heathens next door.
I don’t care what your teacher said. We’ll
have the canned food, but we won’t eat it too quickly. Since your mother’s gone, you’ll
be in charge
of the cooking. Eat from the garden,
from nature. I can show you the wild
plants. Dandelions. You
can eat the leaves, the seeds too. Here,
grab some seeds. Taste just like sesames,
right? Ha!
Boyce next door and hisWeed-B-Gon.
We’ll be eating salad and he’ll be trying to eat his
perfect grass. Of
course, others will see and try to steal from us. Those
who don’t believe, don’t watch and
wait. We’ll have to defend
ourselves. Here’s the rifle. Don’t whine!
What would your mother say if she could see you whining? I know it’s heavy, but they’ll
come for
us. Hold it up to your shoulder. Steady, steady. They’re
coming for you. They’re coming from
everywhere. Hold the tip up.
Close one eye. Shoot.
Now, damn it! Shoot.
Ann's
work has been published in literary journals including Open City, North
Dakota Quarterly, The Los Angeles Review, NANO Fiction, SmokeLong
Quarterly, Prick of the Spindle, Bellowing Ark, Going Down Swinging,
The MacGuffin, Toasted Cheese, and Red Wheelbarrow, and in the
anthology A la Carte: Short Stories that Stir the Foodie in All of Us.
She is a graduate of the MFA program at Queen’s University of
Charlotte. Several
years ago, I heard about a wilderness survival camp for religious kids,
which prepared them for the end times. When a church recently
declared a date for the end of the world (complete with a billboard on
a local highway), that story came back to me. I wondered how
someone in the suburbs would prepare his child to survive if he thought
the apocalypse was coming.

