Second part of "The Story of A Pencil" First part - A Pencil Which Never Wrote
It had been long and she had almost forgotten all ills that had happened to her, yet a memory lingered somewhere and she looked up at the window from where she had taken the leap. Under her stare the building shuddered and fell to ground with chunks of mortar & stone sprawling around, to give way to what looked like a big strange jet. It shone like crystal and bore a look of superiority. She could not understand, she had seen a few pictures of jets in an old magazine at the pile, but this was much bigger than any of that.
She could see steps rolling out of an open door and two human like figures in some sort of armour coming out of it. She said to herself “So the world is dead seems to turn out more of a hocus pocus, humans are still here and have just grown more pompous at being that” The bitterness in her speech was apparent.
The man turned her around on the paper and wrote – “First word from the Earth – Human has exterminated its entire race along with all living being on the planet in what looks like an all-embracing nuclear and chemical emission, prima facie. We could neither find any life nor any means on which life could have survived after the accident.” He pulled her away from the paper, had a look at her and then finished his log with the last sentence: “It seems just a pencil has endured”
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Falling down in to the lightless abyss, darkness loomed over her. She
fell numb with anticipation of a gruesome death she had adored by rolling out
of that window. She loosened up herself, let go of all desires and closed her
eyes captivating a rolling drop of tear. It went quiet all around her as
nothing had ever existed. In her head she prepared herself to depart from this
soulless world, which did not understand her value. Her demeanour was serene,
but suddenly something did not feel right. A screeching sound cut through her
ears, she opened her eyes to be bathed in light and chaos all around her and
with a thud she landed down softly. It was opposite of what she had thought, of a
hard cold stone in dark and silent abyss. She felt what she had landed on–a lump
of shit on top of a garbage pile – “back in the world!” she thought to herself.
She tried to roll off the pile and in attempt slipped over a banana peel and
went rolling on the concrete road, just to see a hungry and angry tyre of a fat
lorry rolling fast towards her. In the nick of time she rolled to the side of
the road to save her life. Now, she lay half in a pool of liquids, what they
were she did not even want to imagine. Lying there she got a feeling of being
watched; she rolled over to look around and was taken aback by a pair of red
eyes staring at her. A rat! And a big one at that, almost of the size of a
guinea pig; the thought of it nibbling on her made her go sick in the stomach.
With all her effort she immediately rolled towards the garbage pile to take
cover under a few dry leaves lying around. It seemed a little safer there and
night grew darker. After all she had gone through that night, she felt a little
better now, the word of one of the boys flashed in her head “It is going to be
a helluva night!”, “Indeed it was” she thought to herself, and closed her eyes
with the thought that the morning ahead might bring a better life for her. But
her predicaments were not over yet. She heard a broom and a "grrr.."
and as she opened her eyes all she could see was a pile of garbage falling on
and around her from a garbage truck. She sighed, moved and made some room for
herself and said “A helluva night, yes! But it will get over.”
But it did not get over! No sun rose the next day. After what felt like
a really long time she tried to move about and look beyond, but the pile of
garbage above left her no room to move. From some broken bottles and torn
newspapers, now and then she heard of news of doom in the outside world. She
heard that something so dark and heavy loomed over the city that even the Sun
could not penetrate that. A few cans sitting on top of the pile had forwarded
the news that hoards of people were taken away in big buses and more in closed
boxes! She got news that outside her pile of garbage, the world had grown cold
and the air had become stiff to breath; she had experienced that herself at
times when a quiet breeze found its way inside the great carnage of household
rejects lying over her. She did not know what was happening outside but for
certain it was not good. She had heard of the end of the world during her time
at the shop but most thought it was just an anecdote. “Did that happen? Was
that true?” She could not stop thinking about it all the time, not that she had
anything better to do lying in there while the world died outside. “The irony!”
she though “it was me who wanted to die!” She was shaken out of her thought
with a cold breeze which had found its way inside the warm cocoon she had been
living in for what seemed now over a few years. She felt cold; she could tell
that Sun was still not out. Yet she got a little curious about the world
outside. Despite that she felt protected and safe within that pile of garbage, through
the path that the breeze had paved, she slowly and rigorously moved out. The
blowing wind outside helped her by slowly and regularly displacing the pile. It
took her a few months and she was out in the open
Wide
empty roads, the only sound she could hear was that of the wind blowing through
lanes. A dead can of soda rolled over somewhere, she heard the cranking sound.
Last when she had seen this street it was full of chaos and noise, now it lay
dead silent. She rolled around, only to see drying carcass of what once was a
big fat rat. For a while she enjoyed an empty world, a safe one for her.
It had been long and she had almost forgotten all ills that had happened to her, yet a memory lingered somewhere and she looked up at the window from where she had taken the leap. Under her stare the building shuddered and fell to ground with chunks of mortar & stone sprawling around, to give way to what looked like a big strange jet. It shone like crystal and bore a look of superiority. She could not understand, she had seen a few pictures of jets in an old magazine at the pile, but this was much bigger than any of that.
She could see steps rolling out of an open door and two human like figures in some sort of armour coming out of it. She said to herself “So the world is dead seems to turn out more of a hocus pocus, humans are still here and have just grown more pompous at being that” The bitterness in her speech was apparent.
As
they moved close she realized that they were not all same, they probably were
different from humans. Not in looks but in their ways. They took out some smart
looking gadgets and walked around a bit. She was a little curious and with the
help of a breeze moved closer to them. She could hear them talk but did not
understand much. One of the men pulled out something which looked like a
notepad. He searched his armour suit but could not find what he looked for. He
looked around and then their eyes met. He stared for a bit before making his
move; he very gracefully picked her up with a gentle hold and wiped her clean
on his armour suit. For her it was like a dream, she could not believe what was
happening yet she felt a spurt of happiness within.
The man turned her around on the paper and wrote – “First word from the Earth – Human has exterminated its entire race along with all living being on the planet in what looks like an all-embracing nuclear and chemical emission, prima facie. We could neither find any life nor any means on which life could have survived after the accident.” He pulled her away from the paper, had a look at her and then finished his log with the last sentence: “It seems just a pencil has endured”
- Published on Half Baked Beans Tuesday Tales