Rebecca stared out from the kitchen window, her gaze falling upon her fourteen month old baby boy as he played in the sand at the bottom of the garden.

She studied the way he moved around in the sand oblivious to what was to follow; it was strange, the calm that came with the announcement on the radio. There was no point in doing anything now, just stand and watch,

She wandered if Ted had heard the news, discarding the question as she realized, no one was going to rush into the bank with the latest news flash. A memory forced itself in to her consciousness, something about meeting at the airport if anything like this ever happened. How was she going to tell him that it was not going to be the way he wanted it? “Oh It is going to happen alright” just as he feared. If was to make it to the airport, there would be no one there to meet him.

She wanted so much to tell him that she was grateful for the three years he had given her and the fruit of there love playing in the sand at the foot the garden.
The world started to become a misty haze as the tears forced their way to the surface.

Over the wall, could be heard the honking of horns as drivers, crazed with fear made their last ditch attempt to escape the city. “Fools” she thought as a sarcastic smile cracked the tracks laid down her cheeks by the salt in her tears, she thought about wiping away the tears, smoothing the foundation and going to the bathroom to fix her mascara, “fuck it” she mumbled, realizing that she no longer had to plaster mud on to her face to hide the years of heartache. The smile quickly turned into a grimace as she once again began to think of the loss that was now imminent. Would she remember when it was all over?

She glanced around her tidy home as it sat and waited patiently to accommodate any unexpected visitor that may come calling, a home that had taken three years to build, using up every spare penny they could muster.

Rebecca turned back to the window and lit the cigarette that had frozen in her mouth when the radio announcer had started his message; she now casually held the match to it. “Those things will kill you someday” Ted’s favorite saying! A stream of smoke rose from deep within her lungs and slowly sifted through clenched teeth. “Maybe I’ll quite tomorrow”

She began to blink when the light came, but her eyes had already begun to disappear into rapidly withdrawn sockets, her body flew through the air crashing into and merging with the crumbling walls of her “nice, clean” home, no last thought, nothing, no thing.

I found this in some stuff I wrote about 15 years ago. I am thinking I may now resurrect it to see if it goes anywhere.