Skizzen

Caught between the burning sun and rubble radiating heat, they had waited in growing suspense since sunrise. Finally, the moment was here: first contact.

“Can you hear me? Please wake up.” Jaro brushed the girl’s shoulder. His hand went right trough. The hour of connecting was almost over.

When I stepped out of my front door, I almost tripped over the box full of vegetables I ordered the week before. It was standing on the edge of the first floor landing, a scribbled note attached to it saying in capital letters to leave the empty box next to the street door. Exclamation point.

I was looking at pictures of Alaska again. I know, I know… I made a promise to myself not to do that anymore.

It was a sunny day when I got called out of class by the school’s secretary. The look on her face conveyed the news before her mouth did, something was wrong.