Under Thoughts (One-Shots)

A Rainy Day

It was a niece rainy day in which thankfully no bird sang or dog barked, there was just the rhythmical pitter-patter of tiny water drops. In days like these I often sit besides my bedroom window sipping a hot cup of coffee and listening to that peaceful natural music, a relief from the ruckus everybody made on any other day. However, that particular Sunday morning was different.

I began to notice some definitely wrong things. When I switched on my televition to watch the weather report there was nothing on any channel just static, it didn't matter how much I surfed them. Something similar occurred with my radio, no music or even voices came out of it just more static sound. The more I listened to it the more I became fascinated with it, I realized that it was very similar to the sound of rain. Unwillingly, I got up, curiosity even if illogical got me to found out what was happening.

I went to my front door, opened and pocked my head a bit out to check on my neighbourhood. It was desolated. No one was about and the doors were closed, a weird occurance with so meddlesome people. I was tempted to go directly to one of the houses to see if there was anybody to ask if they had the same problems, but that would be 'silly' I said to myself. I had never put a foot outside my house and there was no reason to do so then. I got completely inside and locked the door, 'I might as well enjoy the peace and quiet.'

The hours came and passed, nothing changed. I was oddly tired to make lunch for myself as I always do so I decided to call to a takeout restaurant I used to call back then. The line was dead. I went downstairs to the basement to see if the connections were OK, none was broken or disconnected, still three things already didn't work. I was beginning to panic, I could live without anybody else but I couldn't live without those three machines.

More hours passed and I kept doing nothing. I was in shock, I believe. It was already late afternoon, sadly the sun had won the battle at the very end dissipating the clouds. Desperate to find anyone who could help me solve my problems, I went to my front door again, opened it and this time I took a step outside. As I did, the streets flooded with people.

I was relieved for a second, a short lived second, they were so noisy. Wanting to know what had happened, I bravely approached one of them. All looked the same to me, specially that day in which they were using clothes that were too colourful and their faces were painted, just like clowns. I lightly tapped on the person's shoulder not wanting to be dirtied with painting. I stated in plain words my bussines and patiently waited for the person to answer. The look I received before the answer was one of confusion, no recognition and it seemed to doubt my sanity. Supposedly, that day was a very special day, something very important in the order of things had changed 'for the better', from that day onwards everyone would live in equality. 'Oh, that's new, as if they have ever been anything else than copies from each other', I thought dryily.

I restated my question since the person didn't appear to have understood me. The same look and expression was given before the answer. It was a celebration day and as everyone was to participate, they were exempted from work. Having understood the issue at hand, I immediately turned around walking directly to my house, I didn't glance back even once.

Back at home, I started to check those three machines, all were working as they should. I grabbed my phone and made preparations to change the companies I was using to provide me with the services that were denied to me that day, if they didn't do their work properly they were useless to me. Soon everything was back to normal. Sometimes I think about that day and regret my foolishness. I should have waited at home, eventually things are bound to return to how they were before.

The End

*I don't own the picture in the chapter*