With each blink things seemed to adjust around them, ever so slightly.
“Is that… normal?” he asked, addressing the woman next to him by gently squeezing her hand.
“I don’t think that’s the point, Roma.” she replied, letting go of his hand.
The temperature dropped.
“What is it, then?”
She didn’t have an answer for him, still she tried.
Pointing at the sun, barely visible through the mist, she started crying. Roma followed suit. He heard her watch ticking just a few more times before the rain started falling, releasing an inebriating smell.
To his surprise, the mist was gone.
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Edoardo Segato-Figueroa
Storyteller, Singer-songwriter. Husband and dog dad.
Author of "Countercurrent", Italian biography of Nikola Tesla.
Sci-fi and Cli-fi novellas. Sciencey essays.
Co-founder of NYADO and producer of Mission to Earth music-film.
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