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The Last Fireworks Show on Earth

Updated on July 3, 2016
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Dean Traylor is a freelance writer and teacher. He is a former journalist who has worked on various community and college publications.

This is supposed to be better than a fireworks show?  So why all the crying?
This is supposed to be better than a fireworks show? So why all the crying? | Source

Four-year-old Tolan was perplexed. Why were all the adults crying? Some sniffled and made low muffled sobs. Others wailed loudly. Their lamenting was reverberating off the fuselage’s wall of the cramped vehicle.

“I can’t believe it,” he managed to hear his mother say.

“At least we’re alive,” he heard his father say to his mother in reassuring tone.

“Oh, God,” his mother continued, sobbing, “This is horrible.”

Horrible? Tolan thought. It was a word he had learned just before being evacuated to a base. It was a bad word. It meant something bad and scary happened. But he had no clue what was so horrible.

The confusion set in. Wasn’t going into a spaceship and blasting off toward a new world supposed to be fun? It sure seemed that way when they shot through the sky and into the inky blackness of space. And wasn’t the concept of living on the moon in a new fully equipped lunar base something that everybody wanted to do?

Tolan’s head started to ache with all the questions that rose from the depths of his head. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Before the adults began to panic, and well before the countries of the world announced the mass evacuations, his family was going to go to a park to see the fireworks show.

He liked fireworks. In fact, he was looking forward to it. But when his parents said he was going on a rocket ship ride, he became excited. That had to be better than fireworks, he thought. Now, with all the downtrodden people cooped up with him, he really wished that he could see some fireworks.

His heart pounded and his hand shook. All this crying and wailing and fear coming from his parents and the other adult passengers were making the situation nerve racking. The utter confusion was frustrating him to no avail. He curled his bottom lip until it jutted out. He whimpered a bit.

Under normal conditions, this would have given Tolan a scolding from his parents. Instead, it exposed the helplessness and hopelessness in their eyes. His parents put arms around him.

“Don’t be scared,” her mom whispered to him.

“I’m not scared,” Tolan replied, somewhat annoyed that she would saying something like that.

He meant it, too. Fear was not a strong word in his vocabulary.

Besides, They should be having fun, but his parents’ behaviors were troublesome. It was bringing him down and raising the impatient anger in him. This is supposed to be fun!

Everybody followed his lead and peered out the closest portals. There, they saw a view of the blue-marbled surface of Earth. It glowed with a softness of life.

"There, they saw a view of the blue-marbled surface of Earth."
"There, they saw a view of the blue-marbled surface of Earth." | Source

“Oh my God!” somebody from the rear of the spacecraft muttered.

Some passengers momentarily looked back at the person. They saw a man with horror etched into his face. He was staring wide-eyed out the spaceship’s portal.

Everybody followed his lead and peered out the closest portals. There, they saw a view of the blue-marbled surface of Earth. It glowed with a softness of life.

Okay, so? Tolan thought to himself. It’s neat and beautiful, but ….

The soft blue glow of Earth vaporized before Tolan's eyes. He saw the flashes of light that expanded across its surface. The white clouds departed as mushrooms of fire and ash rose from the surface. A series of similar explosions went off in a spectacular show of fire and smoke, altering the landscape that was once their home planet, and extinguishing any life that was left behind on its surface.

Eventulally, all of the planet’s surface exploded into brilliant colors like fireworks.

“There it goes,” Tolan father mumbled as his eyes widened with fear.

“The fools,” Tolan’s mother, Marian sobbed. “They finally did themselves in.”

“Wow,” Tolan whispered to himself gazing at the brilliant flash. “That was neat.”

Tolan finally got his fireworks show.

He got his fireworks show, after all. Originally posted on http://www.wallpaperswala.com/mushroom-cloud/
He got his fireworks show, after all. Originally posted on http://www.wallpaperswala.com/mushroom-cloud/

© 2014 Dean Traylor

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    • Gypsy Rose Lee profile image

      Gypsy Rose Lee 3 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      A fantastic combination of creativity and imagination.