Author's Abundance

Hit The Earth

He woke up with his face in the dirt.

He cracked open his eyes, the black grime and gristle of the gutter greeted his sight. Leaning back and resting on his knees, he looked around.
"Where the fuck am I?" He whispered, his shaggy black hair tumbling into his vision. He wiped it away and his eyes darted through the night.

The park was dead. No one was around. The once bustling city that enclosed this sanctuary was deserted, void of activity. The eerie amber smog had begun rolling in with the streetlights whilst they sparked to life. Their faded yellow glow capturing the desolation of the gates towards the city and everything beyond.

His eyes followed their watchful illumination. He rose to his feet, shaking his head and rubbing his eyes.
"Must've.. passed out or somethin' I guess..." He murmered under his breath. Staggering towards the wrought iron mesh that guarded the park from the suffocating void of the cityscape, he leant against the fence and took a deep breath.

Then he saw her.

It wasn't her, but it was her. She shimmered, almost like a feather in the breeze. Her white dress billowing whilst she danced, the silky smooth sensation he could vaguely recall matched only by the deliciousness of her soft, velvety skin. He sighed. He was captivated by the graceful way she seemed to flow through the air, dancing in the gentle night's warmth.

She faded.

"Where is she hiding...?" He sighed in pure defeat. Stuffing his hands in his pockets and pulling up his hood, he began to leave the park.
The streets were unoccupied, though their watchful gaze peered upon him as he trudged past. His silhouette carrying the burden of isolation as his black clothes shrouded him from any prying eyes.
'I have to find her...'
Faint footsteps echoed into his ears and he span towards their direction. He could hear laughter. Soft laughter. A girl's laughter, was coming from down the deserted street.

It was her laughter.

She was calling to him.

He ran.

Bolting through the darkness, careful not to plough into the streetlights as they illuminated his path to her. He could hear her laughter growing and becoming louder, his heart raced as fast as his feet at the thought.
'Shes so beautiful, and she's going to be mine. And I don't even know what to say but I-'
His trail of thought ended.

There she was.

She was stood in a little blue blouse and white jeans, small black flats around her feet. She had her back to him but he knew it was her. Her hair gave it away, it was curled just as eloquently as it was when he imagined her. He smiled, though a dry lump appeared in his throat.

The guy stood with his arm over her shoulder turned to face him.
"Uhh.. hey man, you okay?" He asked, his green eyes concerned at the sight of a lone speechless man. The girl turned around and their eyes locked.
"Ricky?"
"Hey, Barbara." He wheezed, never taking his eyes from her. He drank in her rosy lips and deep blue eyes. Her hair concealed under a little white bobble hat, which flopped around as she looked at him.
"You two know each other?" The second guy asked. She looked between them.
"Yeah, sorry Lance, this is Ricky."
"Nice to meet you Ricky." Lance greeted, extending his hand.

Ricky didn't shake it.

"Barb, remember that feeling? That feeling where you wish you had no memories at all, except someone's name and appearance..?" Ricky asked. Lance's eyes watched as Barbara's eyes widened.
"Yeah, I remember. We called it hitting the earth."
Ricky's silence told her enough.

He'd hit the earth for her.

And she was with someone else.