Apocalypse

I saw the storm coming like wall of revolting evil, people sought shelter in the town´s only café and I was looking for my dog. I didn´t like to share my space with the many in the café and found a bus shelter that once had been a bunker in a forgotten war; my dog was there. Then the storm hit and when it was over, the town had disappeared and a field of tall, sea green grass had taken its place. The stillness was acute I heard the undulation of grass, this unnerved the dog so we went on to the sandy lane and walked on in the hope of finding the future that had disappeared into a past where memories linger like dying stars.