#ThursThreads Week 622 - It's the End of the World as We Know It

 And I feel fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine.  

Ah yes, that R.E.M song is quite fitting for this week's #ThursThreads courtesy of Siobhan Muir's weekly challenge. 

I've missed the past few weeks due to various conflicts - work being crazy, personal family stuff going on, life in general... but I made sure I was able to post for this week. 

The prompt for this week is:  “We all said it wasn’t enough.”

And the tie in with the R.E.M song? Well, read on, my dear reader and all will be made known. 

It was really happening, The world was ending. The apocalypse was nigh and there wasn’t jackshit anyone could do.

Of course, when the news broke of the prophecy, mass anarchy broke out. Looting, rampant crime, the complete and total breakdown of modern society. If the world wasn’t already ending, the current state of the world certainly would do it.

Wait.

The prophecy never said how the world was ending, just that it was. Everyone assumed they knew how, well every religious fanatic nutjob did. Fire and brimstone, hellfire and destruction.

We didn’t have to wait for the end of the world. We did it ourselves.

Shit.

The ultimate self-fulfilling prophecy.

With a long-suffering sigh that only a being who wasn’t quite immortal but certainly older than any human could make, Josiah cracked open a beer.

That first cold, crisp swallow coated his throat and down to his stomach. He sighed again, this time in relief. The fires were getting closer and the ever-present smoke in the air was irritating his throat.

His companion, another quasi-immortal like himself, leaned back in the chair across from him, his boot-clad feet propped up on the table.

"We all said it wasn’t enough.”

Josiah looked down at his dwindling beer collection as the other man grabbed a beer from the cooler.

“I know, but how does one properly stock enough beer for the end of the world? I bought ALL of it.”

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Thanks for reading!