Didy Miller

The Intersection

It was time to go. Marlin knew this by the way the temperature plummeted, the cold creeping inside his many layers of threadbare clothing. He knew this by the way the whining of the wind through the broken walls of the weather torn house had sharpened, reaching a pitch almost painful to the ears. Gone were the days when Man laughed in the face of nature, safe in their houses, warm and protected from the elements, now they lived and died at the behest of the Earth, fitting retribution for those who had abused it for so long.