The cloud covers the city overnight. When Norway wanders back to the harbor in the morning, ignoring the stack of papers from Denmark on his desk, he finds all the tall, proud merchant ships anchored, empty, at the port. The sun casts a faint rusty glow through the haze on the calm surface of the sea. The cheerful chatter of couples gazing in shop windows and rough barking of commands from captains is gone.
Instead, Norway hears deep guttural coughs in the streets and confused gasps from second-story windows.
The air is heavy, hot and dry. Norway can hardly stand to breathe it in. He places a hand over his mouth and nose, but he can't keep himself from coughing every few moments.
He squints. He can only see a few meters into the distance, but his imagination has overtaken his sight all in a rush.
He doesn't run often, but he sets off away the harbor and back home at a good clip, hand still over his mouth and lungs beginning to burn.
Re: Laki [3/7]
Instead, Norway hears deep guttural coughs in the streets and confused gasps from second-story windows.
The air is heavy, hot and dry. Norway can hardly stand to breathe it in. He places a hand over his mouth and nose, but he can't keep himself from coughing every few moments.
He squints. He can only see a few meters into the distance, but his imagination has overtaken his sight all in a rush.
He doesn't run often, but he sets off away the harbor and back home at a good clip, hand still over his mouth and lungs beginning to burn.