The Man Who Went to a Movie When His Son Died – Dystopian Diaries #1

Part 1:

Tuesday. 9th June, 3429.

It was all dark. The sun’s black, like it is smoking out, but not burning. There are predictions about this. No one knows when it is going to get put off.

Asteroids have struck Milanio two days ago. There is a prediction again, by these scientists, that they will rain over Roselandia, but when no one can say.

But people started excavating Roselandia. I asked Cavlin where their family was going. He said they were going to Palichi. It is nearly 250 miles away. When I asked him why do they wish to leave, “We never know when Roselandia is going to die,” he said, stuffing his bag with his rugged clothes. “These asteroids might come and take away everything.”

Like Palichi is guarded from the sky by a shield.

But I didn’t say anything. I simply helped him and his wife and old mother to stuff their things into the truck. Rose is Calvin’s wife. She’s a fifth month pregnant. “Do you really think you can escape this just because you excavate this place?” I asked, when Calvin and his mother were busy.

Rosie is a friend of mine since childhood, as is Calvin.

“I don’t know,” she said, and heaved herself into the truck and sat with closed eyes.

She closes her eyes whenever she’s crying. They are the last people I have here. I didn’t want to see her cry. I just thought how Roselandia would be the same without Rosie in it.

I helped Calvin to get his things done and promised I will take care of his garden and then, their truck with Calvin, Rosie and Calvin’s mother drove away, through the dusts. They didn’t ask me to come.

They know I wouldn’t go.

Part 2:

I was calling out for Jake by the time I reached home. Jake’s my son. Eleven years old. He looks handsome and my friends say that he has a lot of fandom in the school among these teenage girls. I laugh out at it. He got the subtle and heart shaped jaw line of his mother’s – Amelia. When he smiles, his lips carve through his face in a sharp, perfect symmetry.

He was not found in he garden, where he generally practices his percussion instruments. My dad used to play those. I didn’t possess the interest. Jake did.

I walked to the backdoor of the house. It was locked.

I was about to call him, when Donny of the next door came rushing. “Hey man,” he said, waving his hand at me, walking. “Jake said he was going to Ron’s house. That fat guy at the eastern outskirts of the town,” he slipped his hand in the pocket and took out a pair of keys.

That was my house keys.

“He asked me to give you these, in case you come before him.”

I was pretty sure Jake’s not going to come till the next day. I invited Donny inside my echoing house. He sat on the sofa and I made him a coffee. I got an old Espresso machine which was given to me by some random old lady a couple of years ago.

“Howz the day, man?” he asked, having his first sip with a huge satisfying sigh.

“Great, Donny. Rosie and Clavin too left the town, just now,” I said, removing a newspaper from my chair and keeping them aside.

I know man, I heard. Calvin visited my house yesterday night,” it surprised me. He didn’t visit me. I just said ‘umph-um,’ and he went on, “He said he got some fields in Palichi. Rosie doesn’t want to leave, he said.”

“Yeah,” I took the cup off my lips, and he started sipping, “I could see on her face.”

“Yeah,” he said, and for a few moments we sat in silence letting the coffee soothe us.

“Amelia?”

I was suddenly off guard. I asked him what he said.

“Calvin said you’re not out of it.”

I took a moment, “I don’t know how to be out of it, Donny. Now I find no reason to be out of it,” Donny waited for me to go on. Amelia was my wife. Let me call her, the love of my life. Hm, three months ago, she was caught in a tornado when she visited Dhallos, her mother’s place. Tornado wasn’t a deadly one. Nothing happened to anyone. But the wind threw a little wooden slate and it so happened, it fatally wounded Amelia’s neck. She couldn’t survive the fourth minute.

I said Jake’s doing good and he doesn’t need anything more. All i want to see is Jack making music with my dad’s instruments, Jake getting settled with his love, Candice and Jake filling this deserted house with kids.

“A pretty beautiful dream it would have been,” Donny said, “If our planet is not dying.”

“My universe dies with Amelia, Donny,” was what I said leaving a cue for a long silence.

Part 3:

Donny has a theater. Jake loves it. It is the only theater in the around places. A very old one. The last movie was shot 150 years ago. They were banned. Donny has a huge collection of old movies which he acquired ancestrally. On the request of town’s youth he plays them. Jake is the one who never misses a premier. He says he loves the way music suddenly elevates the emotion in the scene. He says he likes being surrounded by music from all sides.

I was making Jake’s bed when it happened. All of a sudden, the glass vases on the tables tumbled down. Clock and other wall hangings came crashing down. The first though that crossed my mind was an earthquake. I fled the house and ran into the street. Everyone were on the streets already. There was a lot of rumble. Donny saw me and walked to me, “What’s this, man, I thought it is an earthquake,” I numbly nodded my head, the next moment Donny resonated my heart. “If not an earthquake, what possibly can make earth shake?”

I saw at Donny and Donny saw at me for a moment. In an instant I started to run but Donny was already before me and he entered my house. He started searching for the radio, and he knows well where that would be. He turned the radio on by the time I reached him.

Asteroids destroyed the eastern outskirts of Roselandia. The scientists’ predictions came true.

I sat on the ground and didn’t talk for the next two days.

Part 4:

The Next Evening

“Hey Donny,” Markus started talking at Donny’s window. “I don’t know Donny, I am not able to think properly man,” But Donny wasn’t answering. “I am sorry alright. I didn’t mean to hurt you, Donny,” tears started gushing out. “With Amelia dying and, my Jake, oh my god, my Jake, Donny, I was not in my mind man, I am so sorry.” Donny still didn’t reply. “Rosie and Calvin too doesn’t know this, Donny, even I don’t know how to reach them. I am feeling pretty lonesome Donny, I apologize,”

Suddenly, there was a shout across the road, calling out for Markus, and when Markus turned back, it was Donny, crossing the street, with a bag in his hand “What are you doing at my door, maniac?” but there was a sweet smile on is face.

“Ah man, you’re not in the house, come on,” Markus strode towards him in huge steps and reached Donny in the middle of the deserted street. “Give it to me man,” he hugged Donny and the bag in Donny’s hand got crushed between them.

Donny pushed him back, “Careful, Markus, I got eggs in there, for you.”

Part 5:

Donny and Markus sat in Donny’s house, and Donny’s wife made them some coffee. “Not as good as your Espresso, but my wife got a lovely touch of her own,” Donny said, while handing the coffee cup.

“Wives always get that,” Markus muttered and sipped it. Amelia! Tears gushed out again. He didn’t want to control.

“With Sun burning out, what is does our life even mean, Markus? Soothe yourself out. It is going to be okay.” Markus nodded his head silently. “I reached out for Calvin, he said he’ll be here by the next two days, it’ll be okay, man.”

“Yeah,” Markus heaved a sigh. “I hope the same. I wish it.” There was a silence. “Donny, I need a favor,” Markus asked.

“Anything Markus, put it on the table man, come on,”

“I need your theater Donny, for a while, I want it all for myself.” there was an ominous note in Markus’ voice.

“Okay, mm, alright, alright, but then,” Donny tried to keep his voice as lowly as he can. “For what?”

Markus’ head was hanging low. The expression was not seen. He silently had a sip of coffee and didn’t speak.


Donny has a theater. Jake loves it. It is the only theater in the around places. A very old one. The last movie was shot 150 years ago. They were banned. Donny has a huge collection of old movies which he acquired ancestrally. On the request of town’s youth he plays them. Jake is the one who never misses a premier. He says he loves the way music suddenly elevates the emotion in the scene. He says he likes being surrounded by music from all sides.

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