The Clackers

a Short Story by Raquel Swann      

 

The coffee shop was relatively quiet considering the disastrous conditions outside. It had been two days since the attacks begun, but Meg and Daniel just sat there holding hands as if they were in a dream. The waitress, who was also the owner, approached them gently trying not to disturb the harmony and love of the moment they were sharing.

“You’re whole bill in on the house,” she started, “You guys just remind me of myself and my husband and how when we were together nothing else mattered.”

“Is your husband?” Meg attempted to ask but could not find the right words.

“Yes, he has been for quite some time. A part of me is relieved that he didn’t live to see such times,” answered the weary owner. She stood there awkwardly smiling for a few seconds and turned around and walked off and started to clean up.

“Why is she cleaning up? I mean, does it even make sense,” wondered Daniel.

“Pride, I guess. Sweetie who cares at this point. This is just about me and you, now,” Meg continued clinging to Daniels hand over the table. She did not ever want to let go.

“I love you Meg. Forever. Even if that is one more day or one more hour,” Daniel lovingly said as horrible screams of terror from outside the shop began.

“I love you as well. It may not even be an hour. I think they’re coming now,” Meg replies as they both look out of the glass window to the coffee shop.

They could clearly see most of the population of the city running away from the terrors that lurked in the trees above. Meg and Daniel continued to hold hands as they approached the window and watched in horror as those creatures attacked. Thousands and thousands of them jumping from human to human biting and scratching until a last breath was drawn. The little furry assailants held no mercy as they continued this vicious onslaught.  Meg shook her head in disbelief and rested her head on Daniels broad shoulder. She knew even he could not protect her from this disaster.

Suddenly, one of the creatures stood in front of the window watching the two lovers with great interest. It starting making hissing noises as other creatures joined until there were hundreds. Meg gripped Daniel’s hand as tightly as she could. The creatures began thumping against the window one at a time. Those that weren’t knocked out by the impact began to do this again and again.

“Daniel, I love you. I can’t believe these innocent creatures we grew up with would be our end,” Meg said with a tear forming her eye.

“Squirrels. Who would have thought they would ever attack us,” Daniel responded as the window finally shattered inwards. The clacking of hundreds of squirrels would be the last sound anyone in that shop would hear.

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