We were driving in the car, well I was driving, they were yelling at each they way they always do. Screaming every brilliant topic into submission. The back seat fell into a compatible quite. Jamie and Sasha must have run out things to say, for the time being. My shotgun rider, Margaret had miraculously drifted off half an hour ago.
The car passed a sigh, Marfa ½ mile. Marfa that was a weird name for a town.
My thoughts were echoed from the I assumed was asleep girl next to me. “This seem a great place to spend the worst year in the history of… the history of what.” She yawned.
“Time.” Jamie. “It was the worst year in the history of time!”
“Yeah.” Sasha giggled. “Twenty sixteen was one hundred percent the worst year of all time.”
I didn’t say anything. Personally, I thought that was a hard statement to make, I mean we had only been around for twenty-two years out of history and we didn’t know about the years we had no written record of. I had a feeling that some of the years from 1914-1945 were pretty rough. But I was tired.
“Okay just hear me out,” Margaret said. She must have seen the look on my face or something. “So Britain left the EU! Alan Rickman, David Bowel, Prince, and a bunch of other people who we all loved died. Hurricane Matthew happened. There was no snow like anywhere. There were the attacks in France and Belgium. Organ had an army control presence there for a bit. There were wildfires everywhere, did I mention the snow! Oh, and America failed at the whole democratic thing we have pumpkin for president.” (more…)