As I glanced up at the figure of justice, her sword held high, I saw dark clouds building behind her; big, heavy clouds full of storm. It was time to go home. Darkness was spreading fast, and in the cool evening, I had shoved my hands deep into my pockets. It would rain soon. Still, I stopped. Overhead, one of the streetlights had just buzzed on. You could hear it humming above, and the sudden illumination I found myself in startled me. I stared upward, but not wanting to blind myself, let my eyes wander through the bare branches of the trees. A dark blue. No clouds there. I glanced over my shoulder at the grey wave that was speeding toward me and sighed. Then the flash, and the following, bellowing call of thunder. It was time.
I had to hurry home.
Author’s Note: I could not sleep last night, and I feel terrible this morning. I’ve had a cold for two weeks straight now, and it won’t go away. I’m miserable. My head’s pounding, and it hurts to swallow. That being said, I’ve done my best to try to check this piece for errors.
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