The aroma of rain hitting heated asphalt rushes up to you. As you stare at the road, you swear that you can see the drops evaporate as soon as they touch the earth. The intensity of the downpour rapidly increases. You hold out your hands to catch the large drips falling from above, the coolness of them tickling your skin. It’s finally raining.
It hasn’t rained in 2 years. You run around the street with your arms outstretched, overwhelmed and lost in your own wold. You spin around, searching for any sign of others. Something is wrong. You now realise that you should’ve stayed at home. You should have listened to your brother.
The once solid land, which lay beneath your feet, starts to implode. Beginning to panic, you dash down the street. When you get the chance, you glance back at the now-ending world. You turn your focus back to the rhythm of your feet, and try to steady your breathing.
As you turn right, you can see a crack in the road ahead of you. There’s nothing you can do now, because you are now surrounded. You pick up your pace, readying yourself for something that may be fatal. It doesn’t take long to reach the crack.
Your feet hit the edge and you spring up with all of your power. One foot gets caught on the ledge of the giant abyss. As you fall, you can see your life coming to an end. Your body jolts as something fastens its grip on your wrist. You stare up, to see your brother there, staring down at you with a smug look on his face.
You heave yourself up and you fall into an embrace. You wish that you could stay like that. Forever safe within his grasp.
