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The sky was black and orange. Henry was tending to his garden when he noticed the apocalypse.

“Looks like God is returning to the earth again.” he said to his wife Mildred who was hanging clothes.

“You think he means it this time?” she asked.

“Oh hell, I dunno. Last time he came down, he just took off with the arabs and didn’t say a word. Now it might just be the blacks, or the Jews, or maybe us whites. Could even be the whole lot of us this time. All I know though, is those horsemen with their crazy soundin’ trumpets aren’t cartin’ me off without a fight.”

“Henry?…Let’s open the ‘69 Beaulieu ok?”

Henry felt cornered. That bottle was worth a fortune. Finally, after looking at the sky again and at his wife with her big blue eyes, he remembered why he married her.

“Yeah, why not.” he said finally. “It is the apocalypse after all.”