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Everything went wrong

I cannot remember if it was soon or late. What I can remember is that the sun was shining in the highest part of the sky, just in the middle of it, spreading its color everywhere. The flowers and trees were dancing a beautiful ballade with the wind as their companion. The animals crossed, without preoccupation, the magnitude of the world running, enjoying. From time to time they stopped to drink some water before resuming its path, taking care that the smallest ones not be left behind. Nobody could miss the party that their paws make while they touch the ground. The birds high in the sky, making beautiful images never seen before; they were that beautiful that the clouds lost no time and want to appear in the portrait, they accompany them. The place has a sense of warmth and harmony. It feels truly like a home, my home, their home. My presence, in the middle of the place, contrary to all of them, has no effect over the space. It was neither good nor bad. They did not seem to bother so I stayed there, looking how everything was turning around me. From one moment to another, everything was truly turning around. Suddenly, the vertigo I felt becomes real and the world was turning around me. What moments ago was my home, their home, was turning into a chaos. Things were flying everywhere. The ground was dividing itself and my home was going down through the adversity. The animals were getting crazy, they don’t stop running but now they were doing it in other harmony. It was not with joy. They run with fear. They run with fear of fell down in the hungry mouths the ground was forming. They run with fear of left someone behind yet they would not stop. The flowers and trees can’t follow the wind’s dance; the sweet ballade they were dancing before now was destroying them. Leaves and branches were falling everywhere and from everywhere. The path was interrupted. The birds fall. The clouds, their friends before, obscure the view and prevent them from passing. The space of the sun was now occupied by the most terrible darkness. Gray clouds, wind, rain and lighting can be seen from anywhere. Little by little the color was absenting. The life, the life around me was fading. Few animals still run furtively, other have already run from there. Darkness seized the place and I was there, at the same place, doing nothing. I was looking how everything around me was dying slowly and I do nothing. When the last animal disappears from my sight, when the last flower tries to continue the dance, when the last tree could not stand anymore, I tried to do something. It was late. (Number of words: 464)

by Stephanie Garza