Quiet and Dainty things
Rocks crackled and hissed beneath the young child’s feet. As he squinted out from his tormented eyes, teardrops of water cascaded down his rosy cheeks. The land was at war with itself. Grumbling and moaning as the clouds broiled with each other, the earth shuddered and split at various fissures, screaming and ripping apart the very air with its agony. The little boy couldn't stand the piercing sounds, and he vainly attempted to shut out the noise with his tiny hands. Wicked, white steam spat out from the many cracks between the rocks, wretchedly spitting scalding water into the poor boy’s face. As he watched with disbelieving eyes, some rocks disintegrated, bursting apart into tiny shrapnel , and just like the seconds after a gunshot, a haunting resonance lingered after each blast. The little boy’s terror was well described by the look on his face. Fear lined his small face, and his frozen, petrified body began to shiver in dread. Yelping as a rock beside him exploded, rock shar...