[ WP ] Every day people act as they do when they think the world is going to end

Margret sat on her toilet in her tiny bathroom on that Sunday, June 11th. Her husband Frank was at work with the theater company. Frank is director and he is currently in production of Shakespeare's Richard III altering the play's socio-environemtal backdrop of the most important wars of human history, The MILLENNIAL PALESTINE WAR'S. Which the common man knows is the nuclear war which has brought in the global fallout and radiation storms and thinning of breathable oxygen. But, it would n't be any of this that would cause the ELE of current, no, that is mother nature herself taking the lead role in that. And its a giant rock moving at Mach 60 towards earth. A rock the size of our moon. 
 
 Margret was n't worried of the rock or the fallout or the lack of oxygen available, it was the tiny plastic stick in her right hand she was holding. The tiny stick with a blue'plus symbol' on it. This worried Margret the most. She thought back on the times of recent her and Frank made love. Almost all those times Frank was protected, but, that would n't be logical or make any sense. So, how in God's useless name would she get pregnant, unless... 
 
 Margret got off the toilet and pulled her shorts up and put the tiny plastic stick with the blue positive symbol in her pocket. She then pulled her cellphone out from her back pocket and texted Frank -- 
 
 *We need to talk!!! * 
 
 She put the phone away and left the bathroom. Margret fell on the couch in the tiny living room and turned on the TV. She flipped through the channels. Every station as always with news and the countdown. A picture of the Rock hurling towards Earth. At this point the countdown was at One Year and two months remaining. Margret glossed over the numbers and the images and the anchor preaching about life, war, God, family etc. Margret was thinking about what the fuck Frank did n't tell her. He obviously failed to mention anything about his semen and her vagina and not pulling out or the condom breaking or... Frank texted back. 
 
 *whats wrong? * 
 
 Margret thought about the long winded response she has been building up but decided to shorten all of it with 
 
 *everything. * 
 
 Margret sent the message. She watched as the typing icon popped in and out, Frank was clearly trying to figure a response to this cryptic and obtuse message... Margret watched and waited. To her surprise Frank did n't respond. 
 
 Margret finally landed on a channel showing the history of the human race on a documentary station. The events that had taken place that had defined mankind for good and for the bad. The documentary would also go on to show the endless hours, days, weeks and months to save mankind from the hurling rock, but inevitably, this was it. And there was no two ways around it. No stupid frackers in a spaceship with a drill, no nuclear bombs to blow it to dust, no evacuation onto another planet... this is it. this generation is going out like the dinosaurs. History repeats itself, and that's what the documentary was saying. And poor Margret would miss this brilliant piece of work, as she would fall asleep curled on the couch. 
 
 Margret was suddenly woken up by Frank coming in. Frank always kicked of his shoes to the side of the door, with the rest of the shoes in the pile. Frank went to the couch, anticipating Margret to spill the beans. 
 
 `` What time is it?'' Margret asked in her post-nap confusion. 
 
 `` 7:30'' Frank said earnestly. 
 
 `` Shit, I fell asleep...'' Margret sat up, waking herself up. Frank got up and went to the kitchen and grabbed him and Marget a beer. Frank came back and sat next to Margret, opening the beer tops with his lighter. 
 
 `` How was rehearsal?'' Margret asked. 
 
 `` These actors are just lazy. I got ta constantly push them to dig deeper. Its Shakespeare, its Richard the third, it takes place during the Millennial Palestine wars... I mean this is deep.'' Frank spilled out exhaustively. 
 
 `` Maybe their just depressed. I mean it is the last play to take place... that's very depressing to think about.'' 
 
 `` But were going to die doing what we love! That's the brilliance in it. That's what makes this so fucking important to do. Its the last statement for all of us involved -- and speaking of statements, what the hell did you mean everything by? 
 
 Margret looks at the TV, the documentary seems to be playing on repeat, some kind of witty joke from the station. 
 Margret then reaches in her pocket and hands Frank the plastic stick with the blue positive symbol on it. Frank looks at it and then turns to Margret. Margret finally looks at Frank... 
 
 `` shit..'' was all that came out of Frank. 
 
 `` Can we talk about this. And when I say, talk, I mean discuss about why or how you managed to do this to me?'' Margret said demandingly. Frank collected a group of arguments in his head, but he mostly responded with tearing away at the beers label. 
 
 `` The condom broke, I guess, I dunno...'' Frank said. 
 
 `` You do n't know? Or you do n't want to say. Which really does n't matter cause we need to talk about what really matters and that's getting an abortion...'' Margret's voice took on her usual nasally, aggravated moving towards really pissed tone. Frank knows this tone very well, Frank is *very* familiar with this tone. 
 
 `` Margret, I-I do n't support abortion and you know this --'' 
 
 `` Well I do n't want to bring in a fucking child that's going to die a few weeks later!!'' 
 
 Frank looks at her, Margret drinks her beer and occasional glances at the TV. 
 
 `` I do n't know what to say, to you, because I do n't support abortion but I know that --'' 
 
 `` You know what Frank? You know that I would give birth to a child that is *going* to die, and yet, I could've stopped this from happening by getting an abortion alot sooner!! But oh-no! Frank is against abortion and so, we decided to have the child anyway, well, lets all say our goodbyes as a fucking family together!!!'' Margret's voice has surpassed the totally pissed phase and has entered into a no-recovery phase in which involves tears and lots of guilting. 
 
 Frank looks at her, his genuine expression registers to Margret. 
 
 `` You do n't want that?'' Frank asks. 
 
 Margret, stunned and heartbroken,'' Frank -- are you fucking kidding me?? How can we possibly be that selfish?? By we I mean *you* how can *you* be that fucking selfish?? truly amazing Frank, really...'' Margret gets up off the couch and goes to the kitchen table, she needs that space. Frank does n't move. Frank has been here before with her. The onetime, Frank kissed an actress in his earlier plays. Beatrice Morrison. A red-head with blue eyes and an Aussie accent. Frank is a sucker for redheads, which drives Margret crazy with her blonde hair and brown eyes. Why Frank fell in love with her is a mystery, why Margret fell in love with Frank is obvious to her, she was lonely and Frank took care of her emotionally. They have great sex and love the same films, music, books and food, but yet somehow Margret knows Frank does n't love her like she does him. he loves her like someone would loves a sister or brother. The thought puts a knot in Margret's stomach yet, here they are and the world is ending and what the fuck do they do?
