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The Silent Firework (9) : Fireworks are aplenty this time of year, and there’s always something going off somewhere in the city. Little pops and noises are common, but something about this firework is completely abnormal–it makes absolutely no sound. Instead, light and color splashes across the night sky and leaves a lingering glow behind. No one knows where it came from, but it lit up the sky like a midnight sun, and was gone after about a moment. Anyone who managed to see it in person may find that when they blink, there is a residual glow before them. Strangely, it even seems like there’s a trail of faded, glowing light guiding them somewhere. Maybe you’re led to some special place, or some special person, or–maybe the trail ends before you ever find out where you were supposed to go.
Fireworks weren’t exactly a favorite of Lucis’, though he didn’t really hate them, either, they just…existed, more or less, as far as he was concerned. But sometimes, you just needed to sit back, relax, and enjoy the show. And from the balcony of his apartment, he had a fairly decent view of the show and the things others did outside of the city, with his building being out on the outskirts more or less, thus a fold up chair and a glass of wine and he was set for the evening, more or less as relaxed as he ever got.
But…something was strange this year. Well, a lot of things were strange, but this one was not quite the same sort of strange. No, he could hear the popping of the fireworks as they went off, or he mostly did. But there was one, two, three – all popping in sequence but there wasn’t any sort of sound from them. Eyes narrowed as he tried to process that, only having a moment to do so before they were gone from sight. He shifted forward in his seat, looking down, around, trying to see if he could figure out approximately where they could have come from before he was quickly leaving his apartment.
Driving wasn’t exactly the best of ideas, so he didn’t even go to his car, no, instead he began walking straight there, crossing from the streets into the open land outside of the city, off the beaten path as he kept looking up – seeing other fireworks that he could hear as he moved further and further out, his head clearing the longer he walked, expression somewhat serious as he tried to track down, tried to find…
But before long, the fireworks were done. Leaving him out in the middle of nowhere, with nothing to show for his exertion, and nothing to show that there had even been anything for him to go after, and now?
Now he was exhausted.
In his haste, he hadn’t grabbed anything like he typically would have – normally he would have at least brought a bottle of water with him, but he’d moved so fast he’d only managed to grab his keys and his phone. And now it was late, and it would be so incredibly rude to ask for help getting home, so he wasn’t going to do so.
Oh at least, that’s what he told himself. But he was all sorts of turned around now, without landmarks to really guide him and his phone signal was spotty, so he couldn’t even pull up Google Maps at first.
So, he kept walking, walking, moving, needing to make sure he got home before he could sleep, going until he found a road. Swipe up on his phone, and he’s got signal, if only barely.
“Well, here’s hoping I don’t get my head bit off,” he huffed to himself, making note of what the road he was on was called before making a call himself.
Thank goodness for the wonders of modern technology, mm?
