A Song for Every Occasion

Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,
and I say it’s all right

Daniel was running. He didn’t know why he was running but, since everyone else was doing it too, he felt it was a good idea. At least, he thought, with some small semblance of pride, I’m not screaming as well.


Little darling, it’s been a long cold lonely winter
Little darling, it feels like years since it’s been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
and I say it’s all right

All over the city and, presumably, every other city in the world, people had taken to the streets and were busy running each other over, a rambling, raving, violent mess of a mob. There was precious little looting being done, everyone seemed more occupied with just getting somewhere. Nobody seemed to be sure exactly where though, and a few unfortunate traffic snarls had occurred, not with vehicles but with thousands of panicked human bodies instead.

Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces
Little darling, it seems like years since it’s been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
and I say it’s all right

Daniel, wanting a detour around the snarl of human traffic, turned right and crossed onto Johnson Ave. adjusting his heavy pack full of clothes and canned goods while he ran and slowed down to a quick jog once he got onto the relatively quiet side street. There were only a few people here, not running, but huddled in doorways. Some were sobbing quietly, others were praying. None would answer his frightened queries as to what was actually happening, they all just kept in their places, frozen with fear and alternately bemoaning their fate and screaming at the skies.

Daniel had packed his bag as soon as he’d heard his neighbors start shouting. A good (former) boy scout, he knew that mass panic could mean fires, so he left his building as fast as possible, not bothering to check his T.V. or radio as he went. He regretted that now, there had been no fires and it would have been nice to at least have an idea as to what had caused such chaos.

Turning off of Johnson, Daniel ran into another jogger a woman. Similarly burdened with a heavy pack, she too looked confused, her long brown hair hovering over a pretty face scrunched with worry. Both of their pleas for information, however, fell on deaf ears as they each spoke a different language than the other. Through some wondrous mix of body language and frustrated telepathy, they managed to agree to run together.

They ran for what seemed like hours, but couldn’t have been as, while they were both in excellent shape, neither of them had run out of drinking water yet. The woman, who had identified herself as Natalia, stopped suddenly and started pointing frantically, a long excited stream of gibberish pouring out of her mouth as she tugged on Daniel’s arm. He finally gave in and they joined the herd of people huddled around the small electronics store Natalia had spotted. It was the first time since he’d left his apartment that Daniel had seen this many people standing still.

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes…
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes…

As they approached the window the mob was gathering in front of Natalia grabbed Daniel by the arm and pushed through the crowd to the row of T.V.s on display. The broadcast was already in session, the sound pumped through loudspeakers and onto the street. A wearied looking Asian reporter was sitting behind the newsdesk, tears streaming down her face as she struggled to repeat the news, over and over, that had torn the world apart.

“…repeat, somehow the Earth has broken free of its orbit. Astronomers and Astro Physicists have no explanation at this time as to how this happened, but they assure us that the danger is very real. Apparently, at any time, we will stop our free float and gradually be pulled into the gravity well created by our sun, where we will beging to move faster and faster and faste…” she broke off in tears and a man in a suit ran quickly to her and started stroking her hair. Eventually he sat down beside her and addressed the camera.

“Folks,” he said, “I don’t think repeating this news again will do anyone any good. This will be the last broadcast and then we’re going to shut down the station so we can all join our families in prayer. As a goodbye, here is a recording of arguably the best band there ever was, proving once again that they wrote a song for every occasion. I’ve always wanted to say this; Goodnight and good luck.”

As the screen faded to the network logo and the song started playing over the speakers, Daniel laughed. It didn’t seem innapropriate though as the crowd seemed split on what to do. Some started running again, frantically trying to get through the crowd and to somewhere, others began screaming, completely drowning out the sounds of the few people who’d decided to sit on the ground and sing along with the Beatles.

Daniel turned to Natalia who had a puzzled look on her face but was singing along loudly. It amused him that, no matter what the language, everyone seemed to know the Beatles. Natalia held her arms out in a quizzical shrug and looked questioningly at Daniel, who grimaced in frustration. Then he started frantically gesturing at the speakers and singing along.

Natalia’s look of puzzlement slowly turned to horror as realization set in and Daniel wrapped her in his arms as her beautiful voice stopped singing and started screaming.

Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting
Little darling, it seems like years since it’s been clear
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,
and I say it’s all right
It’s all right

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