Apocalypse For The Mayans

A young boy standing still with a teddy bear on his right hand and half-eaten vegan chocolate chip cookies on the table. He looked through the window and he always liked the vacation home, far away from the city, and bustling with wild animals, a sea of trees and a vista of grass and the distant mountains.

He moved the books, the pillows and his blanket off the sofa and stood on the seat to get a better look out the window. He could see a herd of sheep, an old Volkswagen car parked near the pond and his parents sitting next to each other on the swing. Both of them were quiet.

The boy walked down from the sofa to the floor and picked up his blanket with him to the entrance door. Walking on the creaky wooden flooring slowly, the boy felt something was very wrong. He was young, yet he knew many things that only adults would only know, or so he thought of himself.

He stood in front of the maple door, that was twice his size, and gazed at the markings on the surface of the door; many of which were drawings from his and his sister's crayons. The golden bulbous handle decorated the door, but he was too short to reach for it. He pushed the loose door forwards and it opened with a loud creak.

Both of his parents immediately turned their heads and his mother ran to him hurriedly. She picked him up and started to caress his forehead. The boy, feeling surprised, started to cry without reason. His mother started to kiss the boy's head and swing him gently on her arms. His mother then turned to her husband.

"It's okay, baby.. Everything is going to be okay." She whispered to his ears. "Everything is going to be okay." The boy cried and cried without knowing why.