What conquers all

This was it

This was it. Mateo had reached the peak of the bottle; There was no more space for any more memories. Everything looked black and white now. It is time for Mateo to walk back to his home, but instead he takes a detour. He heads out from the main road to his home, and into another. This road is sandy. There is waist-high hay on each side of the road, which makes it more outlined. Mateo keeps walking forward, and it is already dark. He doesn't look up; only stares where his feet are stepping. A little further into the road there was a nice suspension bridge. It was the most luminated area of that road. At the other end of the bridge, a concrete road began, which introduced the entrance to another part of the city. Mateo stopped at the bridge. He leaned on the ledge to stare at the river which stringed into the horizon. Near the shore of the river, there was a plain. There was a family there preparing fireworks. Mateo stares at them for a few minutes.