By Melissa L. Webb
Cassie looked around her. Why was no one listening to her? Her warnings only seemed to fall on deaf ears. “You have to believe me. It’s coming,” she shouted at the people around her.
“Don’t start this again,” her boyfriend said, looking up from the pizza he was making. He glanced nervously around at the customers staring at her. “Come on, Cass. You can’t come in here while I’m working and say things like that.”
She looked at him, frustration plain on her face. “But, Ricky, I’m trying to save you.” She looked around the pizza parlor. “I’m trying to save all of you.”
Rick’s boss stepped out onto the floor and looked at his employee. “Do we have a problem here?”
He shook his head. “No. No, sir. Cassie worries a lot,” he said with a shrug. “It’s an O.C.D. thing.”
Cassie gasped, shocked at his words. “An O.C.D. thing? How many times am I right about things, Richard? How many?”
Sighing, Rick stopped what he was doing, wiping his hands on his apron. He walked over and took Cassie by the arm, leading her out the door and past the windows, avoiding the stares of the people inside.
“How many times have I been right?” she demanded when he stopped walking.
Looking down at her, he sighed. “Quite a few,” he admitted.
“Then why won’t you listen to me now?”
A faint smile ghosted over his lips. “Because, Cassie, the earth will not tremble and the water will not rise up and claim this town today,” he said, shaking his head. “It’s just not going to happen.”
“How do you know? How can you be so sure?” she questioned.
“Because,” he told her, weariness creeping through his words. “Not even you can foresee that, Cassie.”
She shook her head. “You’re just like the rest of them,” she said as she started to turn away from him.
“Listen, Cass,” he said, placing a hand on her arm. “Even if something was to happen, the water can’t reach us here. We’d be safe.”
She looked at him, tears in her eyes. “Not this time, Ricky.” She grabbed his hand, desperation in her eyes. “Come with me. Please. We can still make it if we hurry.”
He pulled his hand away. “Cassie…I can’t. I have to work,” he told her heading for the door. Suddenly he stopped and turned around. “I’ll call you later, okay?” he said before slipping into the pizza parlor.
She watched him go; feeling as if her heart had been ripped out of her chest. “No, you won’t, Ricky. You won’t be calling anyone ever again,” she whispered heading back to the car.
Sliding behind the wheel, Cassie pulled out onto the street. She quickly made her way onto the highway and headed out of town. She could practically hear time counting down, like a steady ticking in her mind.
She pulled the car over at the lookout point outside of town. Here she would have a perfect view of the ocean and her town. Opening the car door she placed a foot on the ground just as the earth started to shake. She quickly sat down on the curb, holding onto the ground as it rolled under her.
Tears began to flow as she gazed down upon her little town. She would be safe here but down below…the town would be decimated and that would be before the tsunami. The town would be wiped out of existence when it arrived.
The quivering below her stopped. Cassie stood up on shaky legs looking out to the sea. The water’s edge was slowly retreating. Exposed ground now stood where water once was. She shook her head sadly as more tears fell. What a waste this all seemed. If only they had taken her seriously. Now all was gone, just because they couldn’t believe in her.
She stood there, crying softly as she watched the water return once more.
© 2011 Melissa L. Webb