He stood by the dimly-lit intersection and waited.
It was the middle of the night, it was empty, and it not for the rustling of the leaves it would almost be dauntingly silent. He looked around and it was still eerily empty, and the soft breeze lightly ruffled the corners of his grey suit jacket.
The next time he moved was when, a few hours later, his hair got in his eyes, which he casually brushed aside. No cars had passed.
When the ground he stood on began facing the sun, the moon vanished into the gradient sky and the stars scurried away. The breeze had stopped, and the streets were empty.
The soft pat-pat-pat of her footsteps didn’t come even when the sun peaked out and lighted the skies.
The sun rose and hid behind clouds again, and still she wasn’t there. Cars began to pass and the headlights hurt his eyes, and he stood motionless nonetheless.
The sun was bright in the afternoon and the streets were empty again. Finally, a soft pat-pat-pat could be heard echoing in the silent streets. And in some seconds, an illuminated figure showed herself against the drastic sky. He turned his head to follow her jog as her hair flowed out gently behind her and her worn runners went up and down. She passed again without a single glance, her feet going pat-pat-pat on the streets as she disappeared past the intersection. He smiled and slowly walked home.
Rain poured down in the afternoon and she still didn’t come. An old lady had come up to him with a silver umbrella, asking him if he was all right, and many cars have passed the intersection, some splashing puddles of muddy water over his grey suit. He kept standing there, unmoving, waiting for the jogging lady.
The downpour didn’t cease until it was dark again, and she never came. When the man stood at the dimly-lit intersection finally looked down, he watched in horror as the ground beneath him crumbled away.
He managed to scream before he fell.
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