FOWC with Fandango: Coma

Grey Skies

Today the sky fell into a coma. It began this morning, when it did not awake. It just lay there, pushing down on us all: a grey heavy lid with no movement. There was no wind, no light breeze, and the sky foze. There were still solid clouds. Objects in a coma do not move, they do not react, the exist in their own space and time. The sky was in the operating theatre, given an anaesthetic and sent into a deep sleep. The day has passed and the sky is still not reacting. Is this the thing that science fiction stories are made of? Perhaps the sky will awake tomorrow, and perhaps not. And if it stays like this forever?

Like an operation where you fall into an endless pocket of nothing and awake to hear the drips of infusions and sounds of breathing apparatus and realise you have returned to the real world. So let is rain and let the sun appear again. In the meanwhile the sky sleeps on.

FOWC with Fandango: Coma

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