The Zign

1. The Bomb

The Bomb exploded.

           

For a minute all I felt was my heart.

Beating.

Bum-Bum. Bum-Bum. Bum-Bum.

Where am I? I tried to search my mind but found nothing. I looked up at the sky. Why was it... Black? And the clouds? Why were they a dark grayish color?

All of a sudden, the edges of my eyes turned black. Soon I was engulfed in the darkness. I looked up at the sky, and then I was 7 years old again. I was cuddled next to my dad, playfully glancing up at the sky.

 

"Daddy, why is the sky blue? Why not purple, or maybe even orange?"

"Sweetie, the earth and sky are beautiful things. God made the sky blue for a reason. When you look at the sky, does it look happy or angry to you?"

"It looks happy Daddy."

"Well, you should feel that way, every time you look at the sky. Feel happy and remember to stop, smile, and breathe, because life is beautiful. And you should enjoy every moment of it. Just like this one!"

 

He started tickling me.

"Dad!" I giggled.

 

Then I felt a sharp pain in my back, and the sky turned black again.