Linda Christian
I’m 56 this February 2023,married without children, Christian, and a musician and writer.
Linda Christian
I’m 56 this February 2023,married without children, Christian, and a musician and writer.
I’m 56 this February 2023,married without children, Christian, and a musician and writer.
I’m 56 this February 2023,married without children, Christian, and a musician and writer.
He put his heart in her hand She poured it out like it was sand When he left her because he must He said she shattered his trust
She thought she married a winner But found out he was just a sinner He asked her why she made such a fuss She replied you shattered my trust
She tried to do the right thing But got tripped up by a sting She told herself to just give up It was hard knowing she shattered people’s trust.
I arrived in September of 2020 as a small but invasive carcinoma. Though my mass was removed, I linger in her body. I am a systemic phenomenon. I am here as long as I wish to be. I was ravaged by radiation, but that was just a skirmish against my cells. Good luck getting rid of us. We wear her down, we cause pain. We steal the life away from her days. We’re here so get used to us. We will attack your good cells and exponentially take them over. You won’t stop us unless something more powerful than us kills us. We’re optimistic about our survival, but is she? That remains to be seen.
I’ve been staring at my neighbor’s Halloween decorations for at least ten unblinking minutes. Those skeletons don't look cheaply made. They seem real at first glance, which scares me. I want to take a closer look so I walk over nonchalantly. I step on the porch carefully. I reach out to touch One of those hanging monstrosities. They feel like real bones! I almost scream, but my neighbor steps on the porch and gives me a look that shuts me up. “Like it?” He asks with a twisted grin. I’m speechless. ”I got them from anatomy class. They’re realistic but not real.”
The door to my apartment was hard to open, as the wood the jamb was made of was warped. Seasonal humidity took its toll while I spent cool days by the sea. It had been a lovely year abroad that unfortunately was now past. I looked up at the ceiling then the walls of my living room in dismay. The cobwebs shrouded the room like a blanket. No one had even bothered to clean my place even after I asked my sister to do it while I was away. I hoped the fridge was empty and it was, thank God. But the kitchen floor was grimey and the sink was filled with dishes. My sister hated washing dishes. Speaking of my sister, I found her asleep in the guest room, which was cluttered by food trash and empty wine bottles.
I answered my boss’s call, which felt a like a summons. After the humiliating orders came to an end, I went to the break room to relax for 5 minutes. “How do you like Miss Darling?”asked a guy who was eating a snack. “I hate her so much!” I replied. “She’s unreasonable!” I felt close to tears. ”I wouldn’t say that out loud if I were you,” he warned. “Just try to learn her routine. This is your first day-try to make a good impression. She’s depending on you.” ”Thanks,” I choked back my emotions. I realized I was being childish. I was used to being spoiled by my mother, who never made me do chores. Also, I had earned a Bachelor degree and this job seemed like an insult. So I decided to look at my job differently. I was grateful and humble, answering Miss Darling with a smile.
“Got your firearm?” My dad asked me, as he boarded up the window. “Yeah,” I patted my rifle. My sister brought our go bags and water bottles. “We’re all set. Mom is getting fuel.” She said. She also had a gun. I cranked my emergency radio to get the news. “Enemy troops approaching Franklin. Stay sheltered in place.” The report crackled ominously. “When the time comes,be ready.” My dad said. “We’ll sneak out at nightfall.”
I booked a time travel trip with lottery winnings. I was curious how my hometown would be like in 500 years into the future. Sure, it was a whim; I wondered if my house would still be standing or if I had any future relatives. Well, the time capsule opened and I stepped out. Not bad, I thought. Nothing seemed weird, except I didn’t see anyone. I saw my house, which had been renovated and kept in good condition. But I had to walk inside, which I did unnoticed. But no one was there. The kitchen looked automated but where was a user of the interface. I carefully checked out the living room. There was a monitor on the wall running a screen saver. Still no one. Then I spied a cone on the coffee table. I cautiously asked it,”Alexa?”. “Yes, Linda Christian?” “Where are the humans- where’s my family?” “Humans are all but extinct. Only the rich elite survived nuclear war. “ I went back to my own time to heed the warning and do all I could to persuade the president to make peace with Russia and China before it was too late!