Amphigory

It was a surprisingly cold night for June, the freezing rain stinging the back of my neck as we walked, one by one, through the slated streets that once made up the city. Forward! We heard the cried from the loudspeaker, hanging from the telephone pole, as I tried to catch the attention of the man behind me. Wonderlessly, I wondered why it was happening; what did it all mean? Last thing I remember was laying in bed, eyes wide open staring at the small cracks and divots beginning to grow on my ceiling tiles. Suddenly, chaos arose as men rushed into my one-bedroom apartment. I, with the rest, all were herded to Main Street and forced into a single, straight line. One by one, right after another, for as far as the eye could bear to see. Smoke and fire cascaded in from all around our home metropolis, lighting up the nighttime sky. A storm in the distance spit lightning onto the mountains ahead. All the while, as I walked blindly, I couldn’t help but wonder how this came to be. Why was this happening? A teakettle began to sing. An explosion blast out a store wall and pinned me in lightless pain. I remember being stuck and covered in rubble. Helpless; I felt dead. I spat, to orient myself to the right direction, and began to try and climb my way out. Little by little, one by one, I thrust rocks and dirt down. I began to see cracks of light. Right then, I erupted in joy, awake in my bed, safely at home. 

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