The sky broke open. Elia hadn’t asked it to. But it broke. She liked the rain. It smelled like good things, but then she stopped smelling because it smelt like bad things. They had done bad things. She knew they were bad things because they hurt. She learned what a scream sounded like, but she didn’t cry. The sky did that for her.
The man was wearing all black, but he didn’t have any eyes. He told her that he could fix things, make them right. She told him to put the sky back together. He told her he couldn’t do that. She turned away from the man who could not put the sky back together. He took her
anyway.
She hadn’t meant to hurt them, but the sky broke anyway.
Nihilistic Porcupine 