A Break in the Clouds

I hadn't walked for long before I saw some strange people. There was an old lady with a shopping bag, a fat American with a beard and someone who looked like a famous pop star, though, for the moment I forget which one.

The fat American scratched his beard as he looked at the ground. He didn't notice the old lady and spoke directly to the pop star. I could hear him as I drew closer.

"Y'know, when I was a kid growing up in the Rockies--the Rocky Mountains--I heard my granpa tell me about this kinda thing." His hands fastened darkly onto his camera.

"Really?" said the young man. He was from England. His tone spoke, You are an American. You are an idiot., but pulled by fascination he continued. "I've never heard of such a thing. What do you think we can do?" He too looked at the ground.

Abruptly the old woman sighed and spoke. Her voice was soft but in the cold winter air it carried across the fields as you hear the sounds in the background. "Nothing. We can't do nothing." She reached into her bag and took out a pink transistor radio.

Click. The American took a photograph. His camera pointed toward the ground.

Click. AM static filled the air.

As I reached them there was a far away sound of thunder. We all looked to the sky.

For a moment there was a break in the clouds.

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