Post-Modern Fiction

Running through the rain
Sitting in the house
Dripping wet from head to toe
Long awaiting dinner to be ready

The gap grows further until he is alone

But she is still waiting alone at home
Knock Knock Knock
The door creaks open and she looks down upon him
And there he stands alone in the rain

The panic runs through her veins
Missing that small creature
Hoping it would return soon
The rain pounding and pounding on the windshield
The water is washing over like a tidal wave

All hope is lost once they arrive at the wood
Scampering and scurrying lost in the leaves
The wind kicks up and drags her about
The little boy doesn't know the difference between the woods and the forest

Left or                                       Right
Over
or
Under
Trying to find shelter (inside) or out()side

Spotting the lights in between the trees
Looking for it's way home
To it's masters wet embrace.
Running to the lights looking for escape
CRACK lightning hits the tree
CREAK CRACK SLAM
The car has been crushed.
The little boy is nowhere in sight
Ruff Ruff Ruff
The tiny dog is licking his face
the woman is on her knees crying on the phone
waiting on the ambulance to come