Something Ends Something Begins Novels & Stories

Everything ended. Or everything began. Democratically. Together. One way or another. Tomorrow would tell.

I repeated, a bit louder than before. " Oh, honey should we send another?" " If you can. Thank you" " You're welcome baby. Your father wants to speak to you" " Okay" A few seconds go by and I hear some ruffling and movement taking place on the other end of the line before I heard my mom's voice in a distance like she'd held the phone far from her ear, telling my dad that I was on the line. More seconds of adjustments and then it all went silent. " My baby?"

Not the absence of everything that came before. Just this. Just us. Still here. THE END

A meeting. A trap and somehow, I know that it’s the beginning of the end.

Like this was just the beginning. And maybe it was. Not the end. But the beginning of something truer. Something earned. Something theirs.

Toward the end of everything that had tried to tear us apart. And toward the beginning of whatever came after.

Without allowing. Only this. The day begins. The day ends. The night falls. The dawn breaks. All within this. None apart from this. The beginning is this. The ending is this. The falling is this. The breaking is this. No separation. The seasons turn. Spring arrives. Summer heats. Autumn colors. Winter quiets. All within this. None apart from this. The turning is this. The arriving is this. The heating is this. The coloring is this. The quieting is this.

It wasn’t the ending of our story. It was the beginning of a different one. And for now… That was enough.

⁠A⁠nd‌ th⁠e‌ begin‍ning of s⁠omethi‌n‌g neith​e⁠r of the‌m co⁠uld yet​ n⁠ame. ⁠

This was the beginning of something again. Maybe it wasn't the end after all.