Waiting for the Credits to Roll: Science Fiction

Through the clear pane of glass, the red sun glowed on the horizon. One more day to survive, Marcy thought. She never would have guessed she'd last this long, in the beginning. So many people had simply lain down in the gutters, closed their eyes, and waited for death to come to them. She would have guessed that she'd be one of them, and she was as surprised as anybody else to discover that she would have been wrong. It was the end of the world, and many people would rather just miss it. She couldn't, somehow. Not that she really wanted to be here, but she felt that she couldn't just turn away and wait for death to come. She had to watch the credits roll. She laughed at herself, silently, parched lips parting briefly as she watched the sunrise. The credits roll. That was a good one. It had been months since the credits had rolled anywhere. She'd been on the red carpet when the end of the world finally came.


Inspiration: My photograph of a cat staring at a squirrel through glass.
Story Potential: Medium-high.
Finished Length: Novel, likely. Could be a short story.
Notes: This isn't horror, though it seems to be trying to be so. And it isn't set on Earth. But it is something catastrophically wrong with the world--and she will be one of the people who finds a way to survive it. And she did used to be the future's equivalent of a movie star.