Pixabay by Renebonilla1991
A memory came to his mind without permission, like the fleeting flash of a comet, which, awakened by a pleasant aroma of petrichor, seemed to evaporate like a fog at noon. It was the first time that aroma had come so suddenly, it had been years since he had noticed it, was it possible that the drought was over?
Marcus was making the change from line 2 to line 7 through the subway transfer corridor, and something that afternoon seemed distinctly different, and it wasn't just the smell of petrichor that transported him back in time to an afternoon in Plaza Felipe Valdez where he had run happily with his brother jumping in the puddles without fear of anything 12 years earlier. It was rather that he had forgotten that it had been years since he had heard or smelled rain.
Enraptured by the memory, he stayed still until the watch on his wrist told him with little noises that it was already 4:00 pm and that he only had 30 minutes to get to work, although he knew he had to leave his whole body seemed not to react, and thinking about it, if he followed his impulse and went back to that monotonous life, he could lose the opportunity to enjoy something he had not enjoyed for a long time.
Pixabayby Pixel2013
The entire body seemed to have a will of its own and without realizing it he headed towards the stairs, which he climbed taking long steps to climb as many steps as possible, this was something he used to do for fun when he was a child, and so without realizing it, but enjoying it as never before, he reached the street. The avenue that was normally full of cars and hurried pedestrians was empty, because most of the people walking there were empty without a purpose and a sudden rain in the dry season was no longer seen as a blessing, but as an obstacle that slowed down. the course of his monotonous life.
Without much thought, Marcus took off his jacket and tie and enjoyed feeling the drops hitting his face hard, it was not a simple rain, it was a real storm of those that force those who are afraid to take shelter, but for him that storm only meant freedom, freedom like never before and nostalgia, for having abandoned the child he once was.
His life was not the one he had dreamed of on those rainy afternoons, in which he said he would be happy even if the world changed, and that he would never conform to a system that oppressed him, but would follow his own course. He would seek the path that would lead him to be happy above anything else. As these thoughts passed through his mind, he realized that as a child he had promised himself in a thunderstorm all those things, that just at the moment when a great flash of lightning struck in front of him he had made a wish, and that although he had been blinded for seconds, it had been the most fun he had ever had.
Pixabay by Victoria_rt
Without further thought he ran through the streets, and jumped in all the puddles, the hectic city was wrapped in a thick blanket of water away from looks ready to judge him and useless comments Marcus simply enjoyed his self-proclaimed freedom, and in a moment he seemed to feel a déjà vu everything was like that place where many years before he made a wish to be happy, the scenario was so identical that it seemed to be in a dream, but the clock that with little force marked 6: 00 hours, since because of the rain it was beginning to be damaged, told him that what he was seeing was his reality.
Suddenly, a blinding lightning struck right in front of him, this time the light and force were even greater than when he was a child, and when his sight was still not clear due to the glare, a deafening thunder that shook the earth made him fall to the ground, sitting down with a thud. When he finally regained his sight he felt everything different, throughout his body everything seemed new, the aches and pains that had accompanied him the last few years due to bad office postures had disappeared, and he simply felt rejuvenated.
Pixabay by sasint
His sight finished clearing and in the distance he heard his brother Frank shout, come Marcus let's go to the avenue, a giant cypress tree has fallen, and a small dam has been formed to serve as a pond.
Marcus was a little confused, yet he ran after Frank, thinking if perhaps what he had just experienced had been a vision of a future that he had to change, or a journey into the past that offered him the option to change his future.
Thank you all very much for the support and good suggestions, which I also look forward to for this post, friendly greetings and see you soon your hiver friend, Jackdeathblack.
With time his wish would manifest.
If he doesn't believe it, I believe it for him.
You have a beautiful story up there. Thank you for sharing! ☺️
Thank you very much for your appreciation, really everything can change if you want it to. It is a pleasure that you liked my story. Regards
Marcus seems to be caught between the past, the present and the future. Your story does a very nice job of capturing a state of heightened consciousness. This is an interesting device — an opportunity to juxtapose reality against imagination and even allow them to blend.
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Thank you very much for taking the time to read my post, it is a pleasure this time to have achieved the goal. I apologize for not responding sooner, and also for my lack of interaction in the community. Thank you for the suggestion and I will work on it. Best regards and have a great day.
I liked the fact that it's not easy to discern real world events from a sort of fantasy Marcus may be experiencing as he revisits the joys of childhood.
Thank you very much for your comment, it is a pleasure that you liked it, sometimes it is really hard for us, sometimes fantasy is very real. Greetings and happy day.