It was a sunny day. The sky is clear like the deep blue sea. The wind kisses her face as she walk into the pavement. He walks slowly and then he looks up in the sky. He's too busy to make everything up in his list so he started walking again.
She went to the library to catch up some books that interest her and then read it there. He bought a book that shakes his curiosity out of nowhere. They start reading. It says about 100 steps. "100 steps of what?" they both think. The author was anonymous. Sounds shady huh? He thinks like it sounds like a religious myth and she thinks it's about something else. They kept reading.
The sky turns hazy. It started drizzling. She looked out the window and started packing up the things she borrowed and went home. He opened the umbrella and started walking. His shoe string got untied so he stops to fix it. She sends a message that she will go home soon. She reached the traffic light. Standing there waiting for the light to turn green, she remembers what she read.
They start to walk again. One, two, three, four. The umbrella slipped in her hands. Five, six, seven, eight. He looked at his list. Nine, ten, eleven, twelve. The rain won't stop. Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen. Cry of the child. Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty. Horns of the cars. Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four. Blinking lights. Twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty eight. People chattering. Twenty-nine, thirty, thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three, thirty-four, thirty-five. I must go home. Thirty-six, thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine, forty. Oh hello. Forty-one, forty-two, forty-three, forty-four, forty-five. Busy line. Forty-six, forty-seven, forty-eight, forty-nine, fifty. I'm on my way.
Sixty. Seventy. Eighty. Ninety. I'm almost there. One-hundred. He stops. She is on her way. A fast, speedy, uncontrollable car is approaching and KABOOM! It suddenly gets blur. Everything around is getting vague and darker and dim. I can't see anything. It shut down.
