It was all dead.
The wind, the grass field, the lone tree, the sound, it was all devoid of being. Only the husbands breathing and shifting of his clothes stirred the still air.
All was dead except for one.
His wife still lived.
Two suns watched over them, one above their heads and another cut into by the horizon in front of them, each stuck in their own sky. The one above brought a sky of empty blue, the other brought a crowded sky of crimson soaked clouds, both clashing at a harsh line above the tree stripped of its leaves.
The husband wanted to run to his wife; his muscles strained trying to budge even a centimeter, but his body wouldn't allow him. He couldn't even voice a yell.
Suddenly, the grass growing out of the dry, rocky soil around his wife's feet stretched upwards and wrapped around below her calves. Vines then broke through the soil and coiled up from her ankles above her knees. His wife's feet were forced down through the ground with a jerk of the grass and vines, her ankles disappearing into the land. She threw her arms desperately around the tree, holding on to it with all she had.
But it wasn't enough.
The grass and vines jerked once more and brought her thighs into the Earth, her blonde hair snapping upwards. His wife clawed into the bark, breaking her pointed, glossy nails. The grass and vines jerked again and the land had her buried up to her chest, her fingers now dug into the base of the tree, her hair resting on the ground behind her, the golden ring on her finger twinkling.
The husband's adrenaline fueled his legs and he made to run to her, but vines already wrapped tight around his ankles restricted him. He tried to yank them free, but the vines wouldn't budge.
He kept trying to break free as his wife sunk lower and lower. He finally used all his strength in one big pull, but fell forward onto the ground. He looked back up at his wife, who started to slowly turn her head toward him, her ruffled hair covering her face. He stretched out his hand, praying it'd do the impossible and save her, praying he'd be able to keep her safe, the silver ring on his finger twinkling.
And the ground swallowed her instantly, her blonde hair the last thing to be seen whipping down into the ground.
A hole with crumbling edges remained where his wife stood.
Faint rumbling bounced the pebbles around where he laid.
The sun above him slowly began to dye with drops of bright crimson.
And everything went black.
The baby blue sky was robbed of its sun. All that remained in the field of dead grass was a bare tree surrounded by a patch of healthy grass and infertile soil.
And a woman in a white sundress with blonde hair who stood next to it.
The husband ran toward her. He ran under the abandoned sky faster than he'd ever run before.
This time he'd make sure he'd make it.
His feet crushed the blades of healthy grass as he pressed his body against hers, his arms wrapped tightly around her, never to let go. Tears welled up and trickled down his cheek.
"Thank God you're safe! Please don't leave me! Don't leave me all alone... please. Let me stay here. I don't want to lose you."
The woman brought her hand to his wrist, her silver ring twinkling. She turned her head, the husband eagerly awaiting to finally see his wife's face.
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His Lovely Wife
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