Abruption
I was sitting there on the rock, by the sea, reading a book. It was quite a nice day, but rather cloudy. All of a sudden I heard the sound of thunder, the last sound in the world I wanted to hear, far away. I read one more chapter (fortunately a short one) and then I headed home on my bike. Legs tired, back tyre three quarters full, seventeen long kilometers from home. After a few kilometers the first drops of rain hit my face, but I got almost halfway home until it started raining. But when it rained, it poured. It’s been a while since I’ve rain-cycling, and now I know why I’ve stayed away from it. It took just a few minutes until I was wet, through and through.
(Ok, so I exaggerated a bit, it wasn’t “the last sound in the word”, but it sure came close.)
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