Exodus
As the sun disappeared slowly behind the horizon and its last warming rays of
light painted the houses and trees of the city in a luminous crimson red, they
started running. Leisurely at first, but faster and faster soon, without casting
a glance backwards. As if they were to leave this place behind forever, with its
dead windows and the gas lanterns along the streets. So they ran past fenced in
areas, out of the town, across fields and meadows. And in their boundless, unruly
self-confidence, they thought that the abyss could be crossed with a simple jump,
on their way into a gleaming, promising future.
And as the sun rose again at the other end of the city, the gas lanterns were
still shining in the solitary streets.
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