The aroma of rain hitting heated asphalt rushes up her. As she stares at the road, she swears that she can see the drops evaporate as soon as they touch the earth. The intensity of the downpour rapidly increases. She holds out her hands to catch the large drips falling from above, the coolness of them tickling her skin. It’s finally raining.
It hasn’t rained in 2 years. She runs around the street with her arms outstretched, overwhelmed and lost in her own wold. She spins around, searching for any sign of others. Something is wrong. She now realises that she should’ve stayed at home. She should have listened to her brother.
The once solid land, which lay beneath her feet, starts to implode. Beginning to panic, she dashes down the street. When she gets the chance, she glances back at the now-ending world. She turns her focus back to the rhythm of her feet, and tries to steady her breathing.
As she turns right, she can see a crack in the road ahead of her. There’s nothing she can do now, because she is now surrounded. She picks up her pace, readying herself for something that may be fatal. It doesn’t take long to reach the crack.
Her feet hits the edge and she springs up with all of her power. One foot gets caught on the ledge of the giant abyss. As she falls, she can see her life coming to an end. Her body jolts as something fastens its grip on her wrist. She stares up, to see her brother there, staring down at me with a smug look on his face.
She heaves herself up and they fall into an embrace. She wishes she could stay like that. Forever safe within his grasp.
