vingette

the bell

The droplets of water was prikling down on me like tiny needles. as i walk, hugging myself trough my rain soaked clothes. The rain pouring vigorously on the dark empty street, illuminated by the lone streetlight.

I passed under the yellow light. the rain drops clearly visible, pouring down in a continous motion as i walk towards the car.

I slowed my pace looking trough the surface of my blurry glasses. Questioning my sight of the truck, ransacked.

The door was open ajar, the headlights lit, blinding my eyes. when my foot suddenly stumbled over a hard object causing my body to hit the cold wet surface of the asphalt.

I took in a crawling position as my hands roam the road, groping for any signs of my glasses that fell on the sudden impact. The seconds passed and desperation starts to rise

Until relief was restored, when my hand grabed on to what i assume to be my glasses. I lay it infront of my eyes, my vision clearer as i saw the object that had caused my misery

A book

I crawled towards it and read the blurry words ' The bell '
i slowly stood up, eyes still on the book trying to figure out where it came from.

I walk towards the open door but halt to see more books scattered on the ground. Seemingly getting more behind the truck..

I walk step by step, each, making speculations on my mind. Then i stopped abruptly my heart stoping for a second feeling goosebumbs rising on my skin as my ears captured the sound that i could not have mistaken

The ringing sound of a bell just right behind my ear.