Just Two Old Men

On the porch of an old home overlooking a vineyard, 12:01 am, April 10, year 2106.

Two old wrinkly men sitting on rocking chairs watched storm clouds roll over the horizon. The wind slowly changed direction with the chicken shaped weather vane. The rumbling of thunder sounded in the distance.

"Heh, told ya I'd make it to 100!"

The chubby one said as he glanced down at his leather watch.

Next to the chubby old man was a taller and more fit old man wearing glasses, who quickly responded with a toothless grin.

"Yeah, yeah, Diabetus. Was hoping the lightning would get ya before then"

"Hehehehe" the old pair let out a dry chuckle. A few seconds later,

"Happy Birthday."

"Thanks"

The two sat in silence for a while, the only noise being the whistling of the wind. Slowly, the heavy clouds began to drizzle down on the old house.

"This feels nice…" the birthday geezer stuck out his gut to enjoy the rain.

Four-eyes looked over and asked,

"Whadya think happens once it's over?"

"…. God I hope I find out soon. Hopefully something fun. What about you?"

"Prolly just go to sleep forever and become fertilizer. we might just become oil in a million years for whatever comes after us."

The more optimistic senior citizen tried to take a deep breath, only to end in a coughing fit.

"You gone yet?"

"Not quite, doctor said sometime this morning"

"Sure you don't wanna go out with a bang? Could still take a trip into town, visit some old 'friends'"

"Pssh, the fun days are over. Besides, half the city hates us. I'd like to rest on my last day n'stead of dusting off the ol' boomstick."

"How nice of you."

Soon the drizzle turned into a shower, and a shower into pouring rain.

"Auyup, I'm headed in" the soaked fatty pushed himself off the chair and stood, the poor wooden chair creaking under the weight. "Rather die in a warm bed"

"… I think it's my time."

The taller of the two pushed up his wet glasses with a shaky hand as he glanced at the sky.

"Oh hell no. No way you get to die before me!"

He laughed to himself as he shimmied over to his brother to help him into the house.

"Nah, this one's different. Get read to change yer diaper."

BOOM

The house shook.

Just like that, my older brother was crispy bacon.

Repulsed by the heat and shock I fell backwards.

As soon as I hit the floor I felt a sharp pain in my chest, as well as the need to change… Ahem. I don't know how long I layed there watching the wooden ceiling of the porch burn under the rain, clutching my chest, wishing I'd been the one to have been struck for a quicker death. But eventually, I was able to close my eyes and be at peace…

for about 2 seconds.