A Lemon for Orange

Slowly, like a cat approaching a mouse, she moves towards the radio. Turning it on she pauses until the sound begins. This is it. This is what she has been waiting for.

She stands, fidgeting, as the music comes to an end. “And this text just in from a listener,” the familiar voice says, “It’s an odd one but hey, here we go. It’s from Dark Matters and he or she asks ‘Can we play It’s the Final Countdown for the final time’. Well, not sure what that last bit means but here, for Dark Matters, is Europe.

Slowly she lowers herself into her seat. She doubts whether anyone else can detect the start, slow rumblings that would rapidly develop as the shifting tectonic plates wreak havoc across the Globe. Destruction on a scale that made all that had come before merely the cuts and bruises of a growing planet.

Armageddon, it was such a lovely word, ‘armageddingoutofhere’, and she was. Well not just her, everyone. This was it and it would end with both bang and whimper.

She has created the perfect storm, her final revenge for their ignoring her and the whole world would pay. A crooked smile formed across her lips as the noise of the earth buckling and folding became louder than the song and the screams outside. “Ha,” she thought, “this will teach Orange to keep me waiting so long before I can speak to one of their useless customer service team.”