The Night Was Full Of Rainbows

Kenneth Sibbett

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September 2012

Man oh Man, You just shoulda' been here. What a sight, never to be seen again on this earth again. The sky was lit up in so many colors shooting this way and that way one would of sweared someone slipped some of that there LSD in my water. I don't have any idea if you will ever see this or not, this thing has got all those egghead scientific fella's stumped. They don't know their ass from their elbow is what my Daddy would say. Anyway, if this survives, and I dont, and you do, or you find it in 1000 years or something, hell, this ain't no Bible, so don't go a'worshiping it or anything. It's just my account of what happened on the last night on the last day on earth. I ain't no scholar or nothing, so excuse my writing right off the bat.

Me and my family  are up in the Blue Ridge Mountains, one of the perttiest places on earth if you ask me, course' I'm from here and kind of prejudiced. It's about midnight here, 12:15 p.m. exactly and you can see camp fires as far as the eye can see. There must be millions of them since the power went out. That happened all of a sudden about six weeks ago and since then, it's been every man and family for themselves and one hell of a ride. I'm writing this journal because my granddaddy said we need to keep records about our lives and pass them on to the next generation. Ya' know, he said, before he died that is, that it might just come in handy one day. Coursin', he was a root doctor and could see into your future for a few dollars. Free, if you had a chicken or pig or something. Hell, I seen him do it. But back to the future, if there's gonna be one.

Everybody predicted it would be nuclear war or global warming or a million other things, no one, at least that I heard, said a damn thing about the Sun exploding and taking out all communication, everywhere. I'm sure the president and some others still are in contact, but everyone I know used up what gas and shit they had weeks ago. Right now, it's a 110 degree's and it is in the middle of winter at night. You don't see many people in the daytime. They all under some kind of shade, suffering. But, the rumor is this is the last night anyway, so I decided to write this down for posterity I guess, not that it will do much good. People are stupid, always have been, always will be.

 If you have to die, and believe me, I hate it as much as the next man, this is sure as hell a crazy way to go out. It is a kaleidoscope of colors, shooting across the sky and exploding somewhere, anywhere, but not here, not yet anyway. It seems like God or whoever is in charge or Karma or fate, and believe me, I ain't never been a big believer either way, decided to stop us from killing each other and butchering and raping and pillaging that we do to each other. It's like someone got tired of all the waste and wealth of one place and the pain, suffering and starvation of people just thousands of miles away and decided it just weren't fair. And it ain't..

People fighting and killing each other all the time. I got to say this and no one is going to stop me. Not now anyway. It seems like the color of a person's skin has decided the have's and have nots'. I ain't got a lot of time to dwell on this, but this country I live in has been killing brown people for almost 11 years now in some war and ain't solved a goddamn thing. No, they made it worse is all, cause of profit and the rich wanting more and more while us poor-ass people get less and less. I've seen some of those rich people on the highway, out of gas in their big'ole luxuary buses trying to get somewhere cooler. They got wads of cash and gold and diamonds but none of it means shit up here. WATER, that's right, water is the currency, it means everything, or did. I seen a man get his brain's blown out over a cup of warm water. Yep, that's right and his kids were right there and nobody helped them, nobody. It is everyman for himself and you take care of you and yours.

My family's been in these mountains for hundreds of years and we know where every drop of water that can be found is, and ya' know what? There ain't no more. We got enough for tonight and that's it. I want ya'll to know, I had to kill some people, some bad people who tryed to take my family's food and water. When it first started, we mountain people round here got together and closed off the roads. We had to, people were going crazy trying to get up higher. Well, I'm on top of a mountain now and in a few hours me and my loved one's will be dead. I'm going to kill all my family after they fall asleep, then kill myself. Better that than see them suffer. I won't have that. I just won't!

Man, look at those colors. I'm not a religious man, but I've always been spiritual and this my friends is something out of this world. Millions of colors streaking by, it's almost like one continuous rainbow, as far as the eye can see. I got no advice for anyone who survives whatever the hell this is. How do you survive the Sun God's? Sounds funny don't it. "Sun Gods". But I've heard it from time to time these last few weeks. If I was pressed, and I ain't and no one would take my advice anyway, I would tell people to find out everything this world has ever done, and do the opposite. Man ole Man, did we fuck this old world up or what?

It's getting near time. I want to go and kiss my babies and my wife. Hug my mama and shake my daddy's hand. He don't know much of what going on, ain't in years. But there was a time, when he was a man's man. He probably would be doing something different, damn, I wish he would wake up for a few minutes and tell me what to do. But.. wishes and horses, huh? If I done anything wrong to anybody, I'm sorry. I used to pull a cork and got out of hand from time to time. Nothin' serious, but I'm sorry. I can hardly see for the sweat, but I got one more thing to say to whoever finds this, if if gets found, which I doubt. Please, be kind to everyone. That's all. All the problems in the world could have been solved with those two words. Be Kind. How hard is that? Peace to you all.

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Kenneth Sibbett is a writer and author of a new novel, A Killer of Angels.

 

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