This short story (about 4,400 words) is set in a time of apocalypse. Evening prayer is a tradition in many parts of the world. It doesn't matter what faith you have, it seems that we as a species like to close our day in harmony with the divine. Tom and his family are no different. When every day might be the last day, it becomes even more important. Set against Daniela's evening prayer, this is the story of Tom's defense of his family as he tries to keep the dead away from his door.
I live in Southwestern British Columbia with my family. I work at my Grandfather's old rolltop desk most days for at least an hour or two instead of actually sleeping since my mind rarely leaves me alone. Unfortunately my mind also does not have an edit button so I then am doomed to spend more time filtering and editing what comes out in the middle of the night in order to make it make any kind of sense. Naturally I would like to thank my family for putting up with me. I would like to take this opportunity to send them my appreciation for not drugging me every night in order to silence the clicking of the keyboard at 2am.