Daily Prompt: Burning Down the House
Your home is on fire. Grab five items (assume all people and animals are safe). What did you grab?
On television recently we have watched a few documentary programmes on “preppers”. These are people who live in fear in my view. That is no way to live at all. They live in fear of various forms of the world as they know it coming to an end, whether by natural or manmade disasters. The manmade varieties range from “economic meltdown” to widespread, massive destruction by a foreign military force. They are busy preparing for the arrival of this mythical day.
The preppers are serious. They mean business. Preparation is key. They really do believe everything they are doing is necessary. They find it necessary to build bunkers stocked with more food than the average hypermarket. They find it necessary to amass enough weaponry to stock a small militia. They have plans and procedures for every eventuality they can imagine. Remarkably, they find like-minded folk, who are also frantically gathering things for Armageddon. They have clearly defined who will be admitted into their shelter, and who will not. The documentary did not say who they would be most likely to kill with all those guns, but I suspect they have clearly defined that too.
They have figured it all out, as if life unfolds according to a series of predetermined movie scripts.
Now I am scared.
What scares me the most is that these beings live and breathe and dwell among us.
Preppers would already have buried or otherwise concealed a “survival crate” at a carefully plotted location some distance from their main dwelling. In the event of fire consuming their house, these people are so attached to their things that they would probably have a nervous breakdown on the spot, as they watched years of careful planning going up in flames. But they would have the consolation of their survival crate containing at least 100 different things, most of which are still generally unavailable in the Third World.
So, assuming that I am at home at the time of the fire; assuming my body, mind, heart and soul are all still in the same place as they are right now; and assuming I can walk out my front door as I usually do (or climb out of one of the windows, which I have never done), I shall take what I can pick up in, say, less than two minutes.
There is no particular order: laptop with power cord attached, handbag, Bible, car keys, and a blanket.
That is the list which assumes I am fully clothed when the fire starts.
If I am in the shower when the two-minute countdown begins, I should imagine my list would not include shoes, but would include a towel, two items of clothing, my car keys, and a blanket as I rushed out the door, clutching all as if my life depended on it.
It seems I have a thing about blankets. That’s nice to know.