Odd Fate #2

40ft above the ground, Mary saw her father. His hands were stretched out and his cap was flying above. She was disgusted by the wind’s lack of respect for the advanced man. He didn’t deserve such treatment, especially when he couldn’t hurt a fly.

She called out his name and found out that talking wasn’t that easy with everything happening to her body. He called her back but the evil hands of the violent wind let him go as if to punish him for ever mentioning his daughter’s name. That was when his descent to the land began. As he exited the thick virtual wall, she screamed in terror as she imagined the descent of his ageing father.

At that moment, the wind spun her 180° from east to west and back. She tried to initiate her own fall to catch her father’s hand to reduce his speed but no such thing happened. Instead, she went higher. The wind refused her freedom. She could not beat its strength which had maimed the unbeatable force of gravity and made it seem ineffectual.

Many others fell too, subsequent to her father’s and she waited for own turn which failed to come.

They were two of them remaining in the wind when the direction of the wind changed – towards the Atlantic Ocean via Eko Atlantic city.

It hit her and she trembled amidst the tempest – she could be dropped in the massive ocean. Fear gripped her at the thought of a large body of water and the fact that she couldn’t swim. Her father had wanted her to have swimming classes but her mother was terrified at its mention and said no. She was afraid of the pool.

Suddenly the violent wind calmed to become a carriage that took them around on its unfocused path to the ocean. Her hair and clothes still danced to its gentleness, nevertheless, the fellow remained as calm as the sea in summer the whole time. Strange.

The rescue team had started following the ‘pillar of whirl’ harbouring the two victims. The ambulance followed with lots and lots of people rushing towards it to get to the end of the story. Men, women, boys and girls, children, cars and even dogs   followed. 

The gentlemen and women of the press followed in their van with photographers heads and cameras in the open. Many phone cameras were rolling obediently. The rescue team stayed as close as possible to the wind moving at a very minimal speed of 0.3 m/s.

© Fiez

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