It’s the same city as before, but something has been altered
beyond recognition. The change is relentless, and she can’t move across it, the
boundaries so severe that they have formed black scars in the asphalt and as
she walks; she has to tread carefully to not trip over the sharp edges. She
thinks of the champagne bottle at home; she bought it as a celebration of
something new and improved but the lights have gone out and there is little joy
in this place anymore. These are the streets where her heart broke so many
moons ago in a chilly, cold winter night. It’s summer now but she still
shivers.
The man with the golden spurs stands at the corner. She can
see his outline in the distance, and she knows he takes no prisoners. He shines
with a golden glow and sparkles shoot out from his pointed cowboy boots. He
stands there, like so many times before but his eyes, green, with a hint of
gold, are softer as she approaches.
“Do you want me to save you?”, he says almost teasingly.
They stand in silence as she ponders her response. The
ground begins to move again, cracking beneath her feet – widening the distance
between them into an ever-expanding crater. The noise in its wake, just a faint
glimmer at first, growing into a deafening roar.
“A penny for your thoughts”, he yells across the rumbling void
as the swaying ground keeps moving her further away from him - faster and
faster it goes, and her head is spinning with the speed. Her heart beats
violently; she tries to say something, anything, but her voice is lost in the
moment and even though the will is there no sound comes out.
He is just a dot against the horizon now, gleaming, and
shiny still but faint. She watches his outline trying to move away from the
edge but the asphalt has a mind of its own and bit by bit it moves in on him,
eating away at the ledge he is standing on. She can sense his panic rather than
see it as his foothold finally crumbles in a cloud of dust, golden spurs and
sparkles disappearing in a sea of light.
She is alone as the ground stops shaking – the silence
surprising after so much noise, and just like that it is over. Just like that
the world is a different place and as the asphalt slowly starts to merge again,
she gently touches her left cheek (to make sure she is still there); her
heartbeat still, her gaze unclouded - then she turns her back to what was and
walks away.