Falling

A flash fiction.

It was raining from morning.

Ah, it’s dripping.

A drop of rain on a rail got mixed with other drops and trickled down.

Well, it’s a raindrop. No wonder.

Raindrops keep on falling one after another. I just kept on watching at drops trickling down from the rail.

Stop it.

After a while, I told myself and left the veranda.

But what waited for me was a sandglass on the table in the kitchen.

My favorite golden sand falling down to the bottom space would comfort me.

I could “see” time with a three-dimensional golden pyramid.

The upper decreased while the bottom increased.

This was such a riddle, but it seems to mean the world.

Rain falling from the sky sinks into the ground, and vapors up into the air.

I turned around the sandglass upside-down.

See, now you’re in the sky again.

I was with this funny triumphant, feeling as if I was fiddling the whole world.

I still watched the golden sand, shaping another pyramid underneath.

Maybe I’ll be falling off from the sky just like this sand, some time.

I just kept on watching it, listening to the rain fall gradually getting heavy.