Death, Disaster, Earthquake, Fiction, Human behaviour

Before the Quake

Darkness filled the sunny morning sky. Every singing bird sang a song of sorrow. Even the heaviest trees swayed with dread. With every tick of the clock towards disaster, offices felt their usual stress. The smell of caffeine transformed into dangerous odor, leaving everybody’s mouth dirty. A few seconds before the shaking, the pigeons landed into a lifeless pile.

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