The Day The World Ended

The first part of random short weekly fiction, new drops every Wednesday. Hopefully.

The world ended at 4:13 pm on a Saturday.

Of course no one knew it had happened. There was no flashing light or glowing hole in the sky. There was just the hustle and bustle of Lagos, the most energetic city in Nigeria. Maybe all of Africa.

And the apocalypse happened because Jide peed in his neighbour’s backyard.

Jide was 23 years old and in between jobs. He was at that age where he knew everything and had nothing. His Father thought he was a misfire. His mother thought he needed more prayers. His last boss had told him he needed more brains. Jide generally agreed with all of them. He loved the concept of work but hated doing it, mostly because it never seemed to end. Jide liked endings. They signalled new beginnings.

Thirteen minutes before the world ended, Jide was standing outside his apartment, back from a long fruitless day of half hearted job-seeking, a little weed smoking and soul searching. He had found neither a job nor answers in his soul and the weed had been mid. What hadn’t been a great day quickly became worse when he realised he had lost the keys to his apartment.