Bottles of weather Aak fictionspawn

The Weather Maker

Tapping his fingers on the table, he looked at the little bottles in front of him. Eeny meeny miny moe… he stopped at the biggest one. He grabbed it, walked over to the window. Watched the blue sky for a moment, took a deep breath of fresh summer air. The little tap was put tight, he had to struggle for a little while to get it off. Dark clouds came flowing out of the bottle, up towards the skies. They grew. The sky darkened…

Digging Holes

He dreamt of long, relaxed nights, of sleeping all day. He dreamt of creating beauty. He dreamt of green forests and waterfalls. He dreamt of being free.

There was nothing but desert. Rocks and sand as long as his eyes could see. Hard work all day. Burning sun. Dry air.

He jumped up on the tank driller once again, drove up the hill… (More)