The Last Day
by: Cyd Jae D. Abad Illustration by: Abegail Murillo
As the sun sets, rays of light begin to wrap the atmosphere. Waxing
through the surface from the bottom up to the top. Arranged in such manner displaying different clouds in warm and cool colors. Traversing to east yet perfectly still, reflecting the raging ocean below. The horizon glistens and the waves sparkle with joy. In these moments, even if it will soon get dark the sky looks more awake. Flocks of bird going directly towards the burning sun. It is as if they are flying away from a world in black and grey. Insects chirp as they came out from their hiding beneath bushes and tall grass. Wolves howl alarming all the other night creatures. It’s about time for them to work.
As light fades and colors disappear, fire burns and lights escape from
the tiny windows of a village. Houses that are lit have people caring for one another. Families are sharing warmth inside a nest in concrete walls instead of dry grass or bushes. Outside in the cold night the moon grabs the sea pulling it away from the shore. Yet, the warmth from the houses attract the sea so much, the waves keep on coming back and forth.
A man guarding an empty house lit a tiny candle. He is listening to
the sound of the insects. In harmony or not he didn’t care, for him it is like 74
