The Amazing Plague

I should've seen it. I should've been prepared for it. I should've known it would find us. A storm was coming.

The biting winds pushed the blackened sky from the west, from Colorado. If I could see it again, I would swear it was the sky that Tolkien wanted over Mordor. Black day. Black night. Endless crashing thunder.

We were naive then. Oh the days were so bright, we Hobbits joyously singing songs in the fields. We Hobbits living our lives in careless wonder. Oh the days. Oh the days.

But the black sky spread, slowly it followed us from Colorado, but still we played, still we laughed. Oh the days. Until one day, when not yet one week had past, the sky darkened from the west, slowly at first, then smoke from the deep filled the air until the light was choked from the day. Our songs were whimpers. Our joy was dread and our wonder was a choice. Which end shall I choose?

It was a plague. The plague of all humankind that had settled upon our home. The symptoms were, at first, vague. One child ill. Malaise. Poor appetite. Then the earth split open to rapture this home, our home, in chaos and fog. One child ill, vomiting and diarrhea. One adult suffering from malaise and upset the likes that no Mylanta hath seen. Lightening crashed upon the roof top and two adults sickened and diarrhea'd. Thunder clapped upon our fragile home and two adults vomit'th and then were forced to choose which end shall I choose to coverth?

The sickness filled our home for many days and nights until not one adult or child had escaped the plague fog. Choices were presented and decisions were made which cannot be undone.

Our home is now shadowed in fear and dread for we now know that the darkness will someday return. We were naive then. Oh the days were so bright.