Dane

Dane turned around, hearing the voice. Seeing such a small, strangely dressed person spouting such nonsense, he would have normally brushed them off as another crazy hippy or weird street performer demanding money. But given the circumstances, he hesitated. Each passing word seemed to draw the color from his face. And as it did, he felt his stomach clench tight.

There was something terribly off here. An entire city vanishing because they didn’t want to be around him? He wasn’t important enough for ALL of them to leave like that. But why else would this guy be saying that? He tried to come up with some reasoning against it. But every time he tried, it slipped from his fingers like a wet, wiggling fish.

And then, just like that, the man was gone, his last words ringing louder than anything in Dane’s ears.

“WAIT!” He called out, taking a few steps toward where the man had been. “HOW?!” He yelled into the wind. “How can you change it?! COME BACK!”