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The Telling - The Crust and the Rind

Updated on April 25, 2017

It was the end of the feast. The spilled wine, dried blackening the linen. Spiders found homes in the upright goblets. Tarnish left its mark on long untouched cutlery. Motionless spent wax encrusted, crystal bobeches, like frozen bulbous ice caps. The wind made the only music as it labored to restore the land.

The fluttering pages of a journal told the story, but there was no one left that knew what the markings on the pages meant. No one to see the pages. There was no one near, to breathe.

Once the curtain of the third act was pulled back, the end came quickly. Those angered into madness poured through civilization destroying thousands of years of progress. It started with the trials. The handpicked judges were predisposed to a whisper in their ear and the greasing of their palms. That made the wave of blasphemy against science easy. All studies and research were brought to a halt – all science was proclaimed inconclusive.

Society then turned its back on young women in their darkest hour. In despair, they went into the wilderness seeking a nonexistent home.

Advances in medicine ground to a halt. The callers from the Temple steps pronounced that only those worthy would receive medical attention in the future. This resulted in fewer and fewer people arriving for treatment. It was soon discovered that the revenue from those still arriving was insufficient and the system ground to a halt. Hospitals closed. Universities closed. The young and affluent that could afford to go, saw no point in doing so.

The callers from the Temples waved their arms and shouted to the crowds. It is the intellectuals causing the troubles within society. A call for the burning of all books went out, and armies of the damned went forth and carried out the bidding of their masters.

We cannot afford the luxury of art. There is no need for an education. Education has led to the social classes that we must dismantle. Education makes you unhappy in your work. You see how much trouble that social classes have caused our great nation.

The decline continued.

Lessons were learned too late; those governing without funding public works, soon found their cities crumbling. Their population soon began rummaging through mountains of human refuse for food. With nothing left to steal, the government soon disappeared.

Many battles were fought, slowing the push through the heartland of the army of the damned. Without customers, the factories closed; the farms were cleared, cleaner than a swarm of locusts. The Great Civil War raged.

It has been determined, that all is lost. There is no winning.

The armies of the damned will be here soon. The remaining thinkers have determined they cannot be stopped, but we can still strike a final blow. The remaining food is poisoned or destroyed. There will be nothing left for them once they have finished with us. It will be a hungry victory.’

The fluttering pages of a journal told the story. The wind rearranged the pieces of what is left behind. Erosion shifts the mountains of chemically produced packaging that still chokes the birds. A bird carrying a melon seed dropped it in a field. Vines slowly fought their way through hard soil and crawled in all directions.

Far to the south in a village at the bend of a river, a woman squatted, grinding wheat into flour. The roof of their hut was newly thatched and worked well enough to keep the rain out. Adobe served as the walls of their hut and oven. The dog the couple rescued, at the time of their exodus, gave birth to a litter of pups.

The couple was allowed to stay in the village, because the woman knew how to turn goat milk into cheese and how to harvest yeast to improve the baking.

In the dark of night, the children gather around the man who pointed at the stars. He talked in a language they do not understand. He told them the names of the constellations, and smiles, knowing the knowledge would go no further than his own mind.

The woman amused herself by writing with a stick in the dirt… In the Beginning. Then she rubbed out the words with her bare foot and ate a crust of bread and took a drink of water from the dried rind of a gourd.

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      mckbirdbks 3 months ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

      Hello Ann – You have been busy. If I move, I don’t expect I will be keeping up with HP. Thanks for the nice comment. The world seems to have gone mad. We have all picked sides. A shame really, the world could be such a nice place.

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      Ann Carr 3 months ago from SW England

      What goes around comes around I guess. This is a powerful piece and I'm late to pick up on it - I still have a long list of catch-up!

      You've created something special here, as you do so well; it's a timely warning of what we could be heading for helter-skelter.


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      mckbirdbks 5 months ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

      Hello Sha - The globe devoid of life. It is a sorrowful thought. Thanks for the visit this afternoon.

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      Shauna L Bowling 5 months ago from Central Florida

      This reminds me a bit of Stephen King's "The Stand". At least the tale told in the journal does. I love the glimmer of hope you offer at the end of the story, Mike. It's hard to imagine a world completely devoid of life.

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      mckbirdbks 5 months ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

      Hello John Gentile - Thanks for the nice comment and for the follow. I appreciate your visit.

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      John Gentile 5 months ago from Connecticut

      Extremely well written. Intriguing. I enjoyed reading this short story.

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      mckbirdbks 5 months ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

      Hello Gypsy - The world seems to be under a conspiracy of hate. This notion that everyone is out to do us harm has reached all levels, at least here in the U.S. I think the U.K and France also have the hate bug. And the leaders seem to perpetuate this over and over in their actions.

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 5 months ago from Riga, Latvia

      Ah, if only the world still has the possibility of being saved. If only everyone around the world could read this.

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      mckbirdbks 6 months ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

      Hello Peg - I thought I would challenge myself with some descriptive narrative. When I started putting bits of writing on Hubpages they were dystopian in nature. Wouldn’t you know, after all the sugar and spice, and everything nice, I am here again presenting the darker side of life.

      What a fine compliment. Stephen King and T.S. Eliot can’t beat that. Thank you.

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      Peg Cole 6 months ago from Dallas, Texas

      This is truly dystopian fiction at its finest. Your description of one potential future for the world is sobering with the death of all good that we know. Except for the puppies. Thank goodness you gave us some puppies for a glimmer of hope.

      I loved your use of imagery and descriptive elements. I'm reminded of Stephen King's, The Stand and T.S. Eliot. "This is the way the world ends...not with a bang but with a whimper."

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      mckbirdbks 6 months ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

      Hello Shy – I strongly encourage that any victory that is accomplished comes at the highest price possible. The time for stepping into empty cattle cars is over. We certainly do not know how to best utilize all the talent that we have here in this country. It actually seems we are senses are being attacked. People scream about immigration, yet immigrants built this country. Each wave of people how came here for a better life, made us stronger. (I do distinguish between immigrants and refugees and believe they are two different groups.)

      The people of this country are the strength and the hope of the nation. The idiot politicians come and go. If they ever refuse to go, then they will be run out of the country.

      Thank you for the compliment and the blessings.

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      mckbirdbks 6 months ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

      Hello Genna – My definition of Populism, is ‘Us Against Them’ it is just that we find out too late, just how many of us are in the Them category. It is unnerving to me, how ‘all of a sudden’ we are the violent left. That is laughable to me, yet it is being promoted as fact. And that the right, deems it necessary to arm against us is a slow motion nightmare in the making. A self fulfilling prophecy in the making. The dark ages are behind us, yet it seems there are those that wish to bring them back, There are those that want their followers to blindly obey, and be told what to ‘see’ and what to think. We are closer to that reality that I thought possible. Those that start their counterpoint with, President Obama, or the devil Hillary fall in the category, I feel, that are just speaking talking points fed to them.

      Thanks for the nice comment.

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      Shyron E Shenko 6 months ago from Texas

      It will be a hungry victory.’ Mike prophesied. I can see this happening. What a waste of minds, talent. But, as our dear friend Ruby says: you gave us a glimmer of hope.

      You are a superb writer.


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      Genna East 6 months ago from Massachusetts, USA

      Hi Mike...

      The definition of "populism" still evades me as I am given varying descriptions whenever I ask someone. I fear that such labels are just another mechanism of the lazy mind that looks to slot and categorize as if we can all fit onto some 3x5 index card.

      However, from what I am witnessing in the world today and in our country, I think so much of what you have written here certainly fits the madness that has gripped too large a segment of society.

      "It is the intellectuals causing the troubles within society." I always cringe when I hear this martyred cry. What's next? The books that they will burn in effigy, to leave those who read to learn to weep the tears among the ashes while humanity becomes shadows on the page?

      You have spoken eloquently and prophetically, Mike. This should be required reading for everyone. Well done!

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      mckbirdbks 6 months ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

      Hello Martie - I read an article recently that talked of how those in power must unite against those that are not embracing the actions and programs that are being put forth. It talked about arming themselves, which is kind of funny, as they are armed and have let it be known that they are armed. Incredible. Anyway, I am glad that you stopped by to read this exercise in descriptive fiction. Another story wants to form under this same heading - we shall see.

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      Martie Coetser 6 months ago from South Africa

      This shed light on some books in the Bible written by prophets, or about prophets. Nobody wants to be a prophet of doom, but people with insight and vision can clearly see what the future holds if authorities don't change the existing tack.



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      mckbirdbks 6 months ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

      Hello mar - Believe me, I know nothing. Just like Schultz. It took a few minutes to find the music. There is some very dark ‘stuff’ out there. I did write an F & F, but this piece went swirling through my mind. A second story is formulating also. The last thing I want to do is start a third series.

      Happy Tuesday.

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      mckbirdbks 6 months ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

      Hello Bill – Grapes of Wrath – that is exactly what is going on. All of our own doing, which makes it more painful. And heck yeah, first day issue and you arrived. Thanks.

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      mckbirdbks 6 months ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

      Hello Ruby – It is rather annoying that science and technology get a black eye, when the findings are opposed to the corporate profit motive. The evidence is so strong, as the earthquakes in Oklahoma prove, that what is beneficial to the oil industry, is not in the best interest of the people. I don’t think we will ever learn. Thank you for the compliment regarding the writing.

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      Maria Jordan 6 months ago from Jeffersonville PA

      Profoundly and disturbingly prophetic, dear Mike.

      Your musical selections are spot on - easier for me to get lost in the lyrics rather than the possibilities.

      Your muse is on fire. Hugs, mar

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      Bill Holland 6 months ago from Olympia, WA

      The opening paragraph sets the stage for a futuristic world which once seemed impossible but now....

      Hey, I made it here on the same day you posted. That has to be worth a shout of celebration.

      Superb writing here, reminding me of The Grapes of Wrath.

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 6 months ago from Southern Illinois

      This is so surreal. I wonder how long we have to save our world from the evil doers? At least you gave us a glimmer of hope with the one family surviving, and the puppies. This is writing at it's very best..