The Roof | Late Afternoon | Thursday | August 5
Alex didn't know why he'd come back to the dorms to smoke when there was a lot of perfectly open space to have a smoke around the cabins. All he knew was that he wanted to be on the roof for this smoke.
Things on the island felt weird. It seemed emptier around the campground and Alex was almost certain that he was seeing shadows lurking just at the corners of his vision. He dismissed it though. Once he got on the roof, he hopped up on the ledge and lit a cigarette, taking a few moments to close his eyes while his face was turned up to the sun.
It was warm but it wasn't stifling. Unfortunately, Alex didn't see the rip in reality opening up just behind him, just off the roof's ledge. It expanded slowly, just waiting for something to startle Alex into falling backwards.
It got its wish when Alex opened his eyes to see a cockroach the size of his leg trying to crawl up the roof wall. "Fuck fuck fuck," he said, pulling his feet up and forgetting about his balance in his hurry to get his legs out of the way.
Hands scrabbling lamely at the ledge, Alex fell backwards, off the roof and into the rip that was just waiting to catch him. Cigarette and all, Alex was gone.
[The roof's open, of course, but Alex is goooooooooone!]
Things on the island felt weird. It seemed emptier around the campground and Alex was almost certain that he was seeing shadows lurking just at the corners of his vision. He dismissed it though. Once he got on the roof, he hopped up on the ledge and lit a cigarette, taking a few moments to close his eyes while his face was turned up to the sun.
It was warm but it wasn't stifling. Unfortunately, Alex didn't see the rip in reality opening up just behind him, just off the roof's ledge. It expanded slowly, just waiting for something to startle Alex into falling backwards.
It got its wish when Alex opened his eyes to see a cockroach the size of his leg trying to crawl up the roof wall. "Fuck fuck fuck," he said, pulling his feet up and forgetting about his balance in his hurry to get his legs out of the way.
Hands scrabbling lamely at the ledge, Alex fell backwards, off the roof and into the rip that was just waiting to catch him. Cigarette and all, Alex was gone.
[The roof's open, of course, but Alex is goooooooooone!]