She laughed. Carelessly.

The horses rode the waters for a change. Slow, but the visual and the aural made up for the velocity of the horses.

The trees swayed to wind. Dusty but windy. The shrubs sashayed in the open. The grass freshened in the evening light. The expectation of rains it seemed.

The sun had made his last appearance, retiring early in the day. The dark clouds had taken over. Sun had brought it upon himself. For a while, he would have no say in to what happened below the cover of those thick cumulonimbus clouds.

The birds waited ratted out their understanding of what was next. The dogs followed suit in . The bats welcomed the early nightfall.

Nightfall. Sunset. Work day ends. He comes back.

They get in. Sounds shut. The walls gradually close in.

Blood has been spilled today. Tomorrow will be a different scene.
Or is there still hope? Hope for the mankind?