Post by Rouroux on May 6, 2004 15:48:13 GMT -5
It was a morning not so different from the others. He woke up, walked out from his bed and got dressed. Finaly, he opened the door. He covered his face with his hand to protect his face from the bright light... but there was no light. Actually...there was no sun. It was daytime he could tell, but there was just no sun, nor there was any cloud. He looked all around him. He was home already. He made several steps and he stopped suddenly. He bent low, grabbed a little patch of soil...there was no texture. He could feel nothing. He ran to the village's well, threw the pot into it, and reeled it up. he put his hand in it. There was water in it, but still no texture. He drank the water... He drank all the water but could never calm his thirst.
He was alone in a city... a dead city
"Be carefull, if you laugh in front of this mad dog... you will loose your soul!"
