A ponderous man sits upon a chair: a vast underworld seeking escape. A recall of memories sets the mind in motion.
A day at the beach portrays a gentle scene. The wind sways lightly through the ocean. A tall, black-haired woman, wearing a red bathing suit, sits upon a chair dug into the sand. A green and blue striped umbrella hangs above her, shadowing her from the bright sun. She watches the kids play in the shallow waves as seagulls fly overhead, completely unaware of the people below. Their minds are elsewhere as ominous clouds hover above the suddenly silent wasteland. The woman’s face is as white as a sheet. The winds pick up and the waves shake violently. The children rush out of the water as screams and hollers fill the air.
“Veronica!” An average, brown short-haired man calls out to his lover.
“John!” An average name for an average guy.
The man’s unattractive umbrella shoots over Veronica’s head, drifting away in the destructive current, following two cups of lemonade that had been stolen from the gentleman’s hands by the malevolent winds. Veronica leaps up from the decaying chair in a state of horror only to be buried alive by debris. She drifts slowly down a hill of sand.
“No!” cries the tattered man. Being unable to reach his love through the wall of the storm’s fury, the bellowing ocean engulfs her frigid body. The broken chair floats into the water, drifting down to the bottom. A piece of red cloth is found along the leg.
Sadness flows across his face. Tears rise to the surface of a watery grave.
A pool sits in the middle of a house. A chair sits in the middle of the pool. A man sits in the middle of the chair. An elaborate rope ties the gentleman’s hands and legs to the chair. A piece of red cloth escapes the binding of the rope and floats to the surface.
A ponderous man sits upon a chair: a vast underworld seeking escape. A recall of memories sets the mind in motion.
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