[ WP ] The sky is falling , and you are an old man

[ Still incredibly new to this writing thing so... would love constructive criticism as I know I have a long way to go. At this point just trying to post frequently to stop being afraid of writing for an audience. ] 
 
 Through hairline receding, Aaron's penchant for terrible music had not diminished over the years. The band trumpeted an upbeat cavalcade of rhythm and noise from the wireless speakers which did little to stir his movement but did everything to stir his heart. His cane tapped jointly to the tempo, rubber scuffings lining the faded linoleum flooring of the nursing home. 
 
 Bedlam had broken out at the home, what with the reddening skies and looming chunks of 
 debris threatening to demolish everything society had built. He could still hear the din throughout the building - ceaseless pandemonium with a smattering of prayers and pleas for help. To make matters worse, someone had run off with his favorite lamp in all of the chaos. When family abandons you and friends die off it was his lamp that had remained- had been around for all the holidays and all the dull weekends. 
 
 A mass of meteorite crashed down at the Daisy Rest Assisted Living facility, taking off a section of Cafeteria C roof and crushing Margret Tetherkin's wheelchair. A candy machine wobbled precariously before shattering on the floor, spilling its contents. 
 
 It was probably Leonard who stole his lamp, to be honest. He had always admired the damn thing. While it was from Ikea, the unique adjustable strands made it stylish and unique. The base was made of a nickel plated synthetic and the led light source was particularly efficient for when he struggled to move about after the eight pm curfew. 
 
 The gas station down the street erupted in a giant fireball that lit up the heavens. Another meteorite careened into the Daisy Rest, crushing several people hiding out in the waiting room and injuring far more - their wails of repentance echoing steadily throughout the halls. 
 
 His lamp never exploded in a fit of fire and flames, that was to be sure. That thing had lock wires and fasteners to prevent any shifting and the wire was a whopping extra 1.3 mm of thickness to prevent fraying and breaking when, say, your cane might get tangled up in it. Not that having wires this day in age was a deterrent, heavens no! A cable allowed him to slide or shift the thing easily with minimal effort. 
 
 The grass around Daisy Rest caught aflame, billowing black smoke up through the window and smoldering throughout the complex. 
 
 He would miss that lamp. He wish he could've met the engineer who designed it, shook his hand. Someone like that must take pride in his job, engineering some sort of superhuman lighting structure. It was a marvel to behold. He sure hoped the man got a raise. 
 
 The walls caught aflame - the inferno roaring its heated anger from all sides. 
 
 He hoped Leonard would take care of that lamp. Put it someplace nice, somewhere everyone could appreciate and marvel it. He hoped there was things to marvel at in his next life. He hoped there would n't be much more pain in this one. 
 
 Aaron closed his eyes.
