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GALACTIC TSUNAMI

By: David L. Souers

Chapter 5

Ellen

Jerking roughly awake to the insistent ringing of the phone was Ellen’s introduction to,” Wave Day”, as they would soon begin to call it, minus twelve.

“Hello.”

“Hi mom. Did I wake you? You sound a little groggy this morning.”

“Uh huh, but it’s OK. The alarm was set to go off in a few minutes anyway. I’m usually up long before now, but your dad and I were up really late talking about this wave thing that has you two so upset.”

“Mom, we’ve had plenty of times that we’ve clashed in our beliefs, but we both know that everything that I do and feel is finely tuned to natural things and events. If you go outside and see that the sun is shining you would not be convinced by me, or anyone else for that matter, that it wasn’t there. Try to understand, what I see coming is as real as anything that you can see, feel, or touch, to me.”

“You’re dad said his dream was a warning, and that the things that you found just seem to confirm it. I just hate the thought of giving up everything we’ve worked so hard for, for so many years, to get!”

“Mom, I know it’s going to be hard to do, but if you don’t go to work on this as hard and as fast as you can, you are going to end up dying of hunger and thirst in that damn desert. When this comes down, all of your cash, and all of your bank accounts won’t be enough to buy a glass of water or a peanut butter sandwich. You’ve just got to remember that, if you’re going to survive!”

“I know honey, I’ll do my best. Maybe if I pretend I’m going on the ultimate vacation or something like that, it will help a little. I’m really starting to get scared of this, EMP, thing.”

“Sometimes a little fear, and I do mean just a little, can be a good thing. It can give us that little surge of energy we need to get something done, when it is really critical, a little faster than we would normally have done it. We think we have twelve days left to finish our preparations, but ...What if we only have a few?”

“Well, I hope I don’t surge too soon, or I might wet the bed! That is on the top of my things to do list, every morning, and you’re talking about all this surging!”

“OK mom, I get the hint. Please get out and give dad a hand, Get enough money to buy lots of non-perishable food items. You know, just buy a lot! Oh yeah, go to a bakery and buy about three dozen of those empty five gallon plastic pails with the lids. Bakeries get their fruit fillings in them, and they won’t have any chemical residues in them. You can fill them with flour, sugar, cornmeal, and every other staple you can find. They are airtight, and will keep the pests and moisture both out. I’ve got some that are filled with flour that’s over two years old, and it’s still just like the day that I stored it. You can buy large quantities of things at that club place where you and dad have that member card to get you in. They won’t know that you aren’t buying for a school or something like that. You’d look pretty silly trying to go through the checkout at your local grocery store with twenty or thirty large bags of flour or something like that in a cart. Five hundred pounds each of sugar and flour should be a good start. With everything else, that you need to pick up, you’ll need to make several trips in that old Buick of yours. At least it’s a station wagon. They will help you load it if you ask them to do it, I’m sure.”

“Mom, are you crying?”

“Sorry Honey. It just came out all at once. I don’t want this to be happening! We were supposed to retire to the good life in a couple of years!”

“Mom, with a little work now, who’s to say we won’t still be able to have a good life in our future. It will be different, I don’t doubt that at all, but that doesn’t necessary rule out good, does it?”

“I guess not, if you say so. Only time will give us the answer to that one. I’m going hit the “john”, and get this show on the road. I’ll call you later tonight,

“OK mom, tonight for sure.”