I was hoeing the weed off my sweet potatoes’ raised bed when the sky dimmed as if dark clouds blocked the sun.
Then my wife came running at me, wailing and screaming my name. A motorist and another villager stopped dead in their tracks on the road across my field.
They were looking at the sky with gaped mouth. I looked up and found out it wasn’t the clouds. The sun itself grew dim, like a dying light bulb.
Then a loud rumble erupted from beneath the ground, the earth itself shook violently, and my wife stumbled forward, landing face first into the ditch. An ear piercing bellow, like a loud trumpet boomed through the air. Then I collapsed and blacked out. When I finally opened my eyes, the booming sound was gone.
An old man in white robe held out his hands towards me and said, “Welcome home, son.”
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