They said when the time came I would know what to do.
It was always going to be a matter of gathering my where withal and making the necessary break.
The January sky forebodes the coming heat of the day. But there could be no time to contemplate the beauty of the morning even though I did find myself from time to time lost within it.
Grabbing my backpack, I headed out the door. The air was already hot, the day was going to be a scorcher, and I knew progress would be laboured. I knew I had to get as far as I could before the heat of the day set in.
Around me my neighbourhood slept, the ominous nature of the day had not allowed their slumbers to be interrupted and I couldn’t help but feel sorry for them when they woke and realised it was too late to flee.
As I walked on behind me, I could hear the tell-tale signs of the trouble that was coming. The rumbling in the distance was faint but gathering momentum the further I trudged.
I needed to reach the meeting point where I knew the others would be waiting.
Armed with our respective boarding passes, we would be the fortunate ones to escape to the Haven and avoid the impending end of the world.
Written for: https://scvincent.com/2017/11/16/thursday-photo-prompt-haven-writephoto/
Morpethroad 
The apocalypse is coming – one wonders how they got warning and selected to survive. I’m not sure if they will be lucky or not to survive this…
Future unwritten chapters might be needed to explain….thanks Iain for stopping by.
Made me think of frantic selling, before the stock market crashes 🙂
Yes I can see that…thanks for the visit.
I just posted a response and now am reading, looks like we went down the same grim path.
Such a lovely sunset to inspire devastation…
Yep, that’s where my muse decided to go…
I love that the same picture can tell so many different stories.
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Excellent, Michael. Amazing how this photograph inspired thoughts of the end of the world.
Thank you robbie, yes there were a few of that kind..
I recently wrote a story that included a family of Jews escaping Nazi Germany shortly before the events of Kristellnacht 1938. Your tale reminded me of that somewhat. We are always fortunate if we can escape impending doom in time.
Yes true, you’d like think you could be so lucky.