The End of Time

A sweet aroma is coming from the kitchen, but I don’t know what is actually cooking but the sweet spicy scent perfume the atmosphere sending up a dust storm in the air, and the wind comes with a bang spreading the dust all over the land and the sweet aroma slowly perish in the ground and I stood there with my coffee mug slowly capturing the fun. The cooks adorn in white apron girted tightly around their waist held on to the wooden spoon and fanning dusts out of their faces. They closed the doors and windows and continue to kick up a cooking storm; scrambled egg, bacon and toast and vanilla yogurt to wet the throat, mince beef and curry was on the menu too and spaghetti with tomato sauce is waiting for you, toad in hole lettuce in a bowl and hot dog mixed with turkey sauce. The cultural mix filled the sky with darkness and everyone scrambled for a place to reside, another group of people with chimney pooping out from the side rode with the wind to cross over to the other side and the message was loud and clear that a miracle was on the way but the price was too hard to pay. A breaking news suddenly appeared on the screen with a simple message to wake up out of your dream, a new tornado was making land fall before noon and everyone should move to safer ground. Suddenly everything around darkened and the bird’s starts flying around, the street got crowded and the traffic start moving up and down the town but the police man with the whistle was nowhere to be found. All the streets were blocked and destiny converged on the plot; they shout and scream and opened open their windows but they had to move swiftly in another direction. Smoke and dust mixed with acid and pus, riding on a motor bike to cross over on the other side, the wind picked up speed spreading the dust in the street forcing everyone indoors; the streets were empty and nothing could be seen except for frogs, bats and caterpillar scampering around in the street and the wind kept moving around cleaning out the entire town.