My friend Laura made a bomb. I don't think she did it alone, but honestly, I didn't know the details. She gave us the bomb before she was killed in the alien invasion. She told us we could follow some simple instructions and launch it into orbit. Every day, Jared would set up the bomb for launch, and then change his mind.
The drones hadn't found us yet. We were out in a cabin in the woods, with three kids my friends had asked us to watch while they went on a mission that they never returned from. By now, the kids had stopped asking when their parents would come back.
It was peaceful, out there in the woods, near a lake. We would make up things for the kids to do, set up and take down the bomb, and eat out of our dwindling supply of canned goods. If we set off the bomb, sure, it would hurt the invaders, but it would also tell them exactly where we were. And we had three kids.
There was a light chill in the air on the day I spooned out pie filling onto plates for the kids for breakfast. I told Jared that I thought we should set up the bomb. He said I should do it and I said I didn't know how to do it alone. He said he would show me, so I would know, for the future.
But both of us knew there wouldn't be any next time. We set the bomb to launch and we took the kids down to the lake. I felt safe there, though I knew that was an illusion. The water was up to my thighs, and up to the chests of the kids. I held the littlest one on my hip, and the eldest held the hand of the middle one. Jared held my hand as we watched the explosion in the sky.
"We were always going to go down fighting," he said. And I knew he was right.
We put the kids behind our bodies, for all the good it would do, and waited. It didn't take long before the trees began to rustle.
-This post was sponsored by my Anxiety Dreams, which are not satisfied by dreams like: "showing up naked to school on the first day" or "having forgotten about the big test".