Feeling a bit ghoulish as he worked, Evan rifled through the pockets of the dead man. A pack of gum, two extra clips of ammunition, a long bladed pocket knife and an unpunched ticket to the Morrison City Museum were all he had tucked into his pockets. There was no wallet, no identification, and no hover car keys. How was he supposed to get out of there once he had done his job. Evan looked around the shattered room and spotted his keys sitting on the kitchen counter. "It's bad enough you wanted to kill me, Caleb, but stealing my car is just low."
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I heard a cry, looked up and there in a ray of sunshine, a bird spread its wings in a stretched arc above its head. He had his red crest completely fanned out and it radiated in the sunlight. The tips of the feathers, both in the wings and the fanned tail were aglow, the colors iridescent in the morning light. My heart lifted at the sight. It appeared the bird was about to ignite and burst into flame like the legendary phoenix being reborn.
“Magnificent, isn’t it?” Montoya whispered behind me.
“Stunning,” I replied softly not wanting to break the magic.
“It is a moment like that when an Mayan priest realizes the fullness of communing with the creatures of the forest. You and I are of the modern world, the one filled with hustle and bustle, steel and concrete; but if you allow yourself to drift back a thousand years and know nothing but nature, what would you think?” Montoya asked.
It was an instantaneous thought. “The bird is an omen,” I whispered, knowing full well it was the answer he was searching for.
“It is still an omen today,” he said.
Bob Nailor (2010-09-10T04:00:00+00:00). 2012: Timeline Apocalypse (Kindle Locations 1037-1046). 23 House. Kindle Edition.
You would almost have to live in a cave not to have heard about the impending end of the world as predicated by the Mayan long calendar. Of course how the world will end or what the end really means is up for a lot of interpretation, Continue reading