Jefferson Lemes

Elizabeth's Basement Jefferson Lemes

Snow was falling on a quiet city. You couldn't see in the squares the movement fromother times, only the wailing of the wind, carrying with it the utopia of a Christmas winterlike the ones on TV. Leafless trees escaped the ground like famished hands searching onthe surface the hope of escaping a buried life. In the dark sky, hasty clouds prevented theeffort of the sun carrying the dark message of hurricanes in neighboring cities. The subway stopped at its platform and vomited the few who dared to follow the systemand report to work the very morning winter beasts come out to greet the darkness. Themedia announced nature's war and even local authorities asked the population to leavethe city. But some still risked their lives, after all, their jobs demanded that they first think of otherone's lives. And as more terrifying as everything seemed to be, nothing compares to amind enslaved by the fear that creates what doesn't even exist.