Glass

picture by Meredith Farmer

Above, a sea of clouds. Infinite shades of gray.

Below, the beauty of the beach, the river, the parks, the roads, the low buildings, the cars, the people... Flying free over an always for it breathtaking landscape.

All of a sudden, the sky was broken by a deep purple creak. Then came the thunder. Then the rain.

It quickly flew towards the squared cave, looking for protection.

The glass was cold, the impact was fatal. It plummeted.

He was working on his computer when a racket brought him back to reality. Something had impacted the window of his office.

Five minutes later, he found a bird downstairs, among some bushes, dead.

While looking at it, he could not help thinking about himself, sitting in front of the screen, standing up, looking around before nose-diving into the screen, falling down the hole...