Simon groaned as the phone rang. “Hello?” he sighed.
“Simon? Simon Petra? This is Karl…we went to university together.”
Simon rolled his eyes; he should have stayed in bed.
“Yes, what do you want?”
“Well,” said Karl hesitantly. “The world ends tomorrow, you know. I’m making a point of calling everyone in my phone book.”
“It won’t matter tomorrow, now will it?” he hung up the phone. People were so sentimental sometimes. If today was to be the day before the world expired, then there was no point to going to work, Simon reasoned. Which meant he didn’t have to shave and could, in fact, return to bed.
The doorbell was ringing.
“Yes?” Simon stood at the door impatiently, watching the two children whose parents were waiting in the car.
“Would you like to buy a ‘Day Before the World Ends’ commemorative tee shirt?” the little boy held one up for inspection.
“Has the world gone mad? Honestly, am I living amongst idiots?” The door slammed.
Only 16 hours to go.