Today the sea swelled under the wind like an grey bedsheet. The rain knocked on the windows, calling Tomas to leave the room, heated by a fire on the floor. The moldy walls closed in on him, and Tomas went down the unkempt stairs onto the street, which had been utterly deserted for the past two months.
It was his fault, really. He had received the summons, like everyone else, but overslept and was late for Departure.
Shuffling past abandoned cars and open shop doors, he went to the promenade, waiting for the hungry waves to sweep him into the abyss.
Wonderfully descriptive, yet tragic dystopian tale. Nicely done!
Thank you!
Does it mean he went for suicide ?
Yes.
A tightly compacted story that leaves almost everything to the reader’s imagination. Nicely done.
Thank you!