It was raining as though God got mad and decided to wipe out all creations, again, except she felt a little more upset this time since she did not get an invitation to the ark of salvation like her ancestors did.

Still in disbelief as to why she did not get the invite, she went to wait by the nearest body of water, large enough to be called a lake, and yet dirty enough to be a pond. Turtles wandered around in troops, oblivious to the world about them dissolving.

She didn’t know why she was so captivated by them, the turtles’ retarded actions staring at what may very well be filling up their home with drudge. So, she stood there, watching, as the shells, hardly visible in the barrage of icy rain, gliding across the dense surface.

Ripples crashed, fought, tore each other apart; for resonance is irrelevant and entropy rules. They drank the sands and muds and pebbles of the banks, climbed, danced like savages. She glared, daring the waters to claim her.

“Are you blameless enough to throw the stones at me?”

The muddied water said nothing, does nothing. Its heavenly brethren continued to beat down against all surfaces, matting her hair, thinning her clothes.

She saw the little heads peeking from the surface of the lake-pond, partially submerged shells seemingly reminiscent of a path for her to cross the pond by. Winds whipped, snipped, and dug for her bones. By the time she realized that she was cold her fingers were blue.

Ah, so they refused to throw stones at her, but chose to claim her this way instead.

Out of stubbornness she continued to watch the turtles float by, bobbing in the lessening rain since God was so sick of the world that He did not even think it is worth the effort to continue crying over. So winds swept over and eternalized the waters, the ripples slowed to melodically jab at each other. Though, she was so sick of the tears that she did not even bother blinking, unlike her icicle lashes would let her.

So sunlight trailed behind dreary rains, eager to see the spectacle of the frozen girl. The sky said blue, and the waters stank, while guilty, the turtles retreated into muddy depths.


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