Utopian circus (City Book 2)

nineteen The Woman opened her eyes and the violence from which she had been running was no longer championing her escape. It no longer settled into the faint prints from her light feet that barely touched the sand as she seemed to glide above the trembling earth on a wave of panic, leaving behind nothing more than a faint impression of her manic flight.

The chaos was silent and instead she was in a room with her lover but as her eyes fixed on his absent stare; as he stood looking out over The City, a torrent of sickly emotion swept up on her conscious state and she heaved where she sat, casting her soul out upon the floor.

As she watched her lover staring out of the window, a thunderous boom somewhere in the distance brought the night rushing into their room and too, all about The City.

The neon glow vanished leaving only a stain in one’s retina and as quickly as night descended, silence and awe too took flight and stillness took to their ears. And as the bright blues and reds left their shadows in their blackened eyes, so too did the words, ‘where do we go from here’ echo in The Woman’s ears.

Silence had suffocated the life of The City. A new era had begun and the echo of the torment in their hearts became the call of the new world.

“It’s a blackout” said Marcos.

“What should we do?” asked The Woman changing the subject, her head buried in her hands.

“I don’t know” said Marcos, feeling lighter as the energy exited his veins.

“We can’t get past this. We’ll never get past this” Marcos said, staring out of the window, his voice hollow and decided.

“Please don’t leave me. I’ll do anything. I’ll be anyone you want me to be just don’t leave me. I don’t want to be alone” she 185