The Last Day
It is a Tuesday morning: trash day. The sun is bright, sky clear... temps supposed to reach mid-50s F today. Madame La Darque is on the back porch, flicking her tail about and watching for me to open the door and offer another peanut. On the front deck, little birds of various sorts and sometimes the doves come by to empty the feeder. Generally, it's all very quiet: an ordinary Tuesday. But it's the very last day of the year some folks were sure would bring the end of the world, in fact, that it... Sign in to see full entry.