heavy storms pt. II (by nikolas brummer)
“… it was right after the storm had ceased that I went up to the place the wind took their bodies away, and just there, withered up in the grass, covered in mud, but breathing, I found him. the silhouette that had cried to be heard. as I touched him, he lifted his head and glanced at me with eyes of an unspoiled state I’d never discovered before. I remembered him running along among these creatures that once were, and I asked him what had happened to him. “fold in the wind.” he whispered. “it’s best the times when everything has gotten to an end and there is no hope anymore, when the storm is about to take your body away and devastate your world … you know … you don’t always have to fight to be strong.”
from my short story heavy storms
(day twelve)
