And thus it was and here we were, looking for another way out once more, at the end of it all and looking for a new beginning, but the only beginning that could be found was the one that required waiting. There was waiting and in that waiting there was a new beginning.
Silent shuffling and the occasional coughing was something that could be heard, but all of those that were there were there, waiting. No one wanted to break the silence as no one had anything worth breaking the silence for.
The day was there and it was strong, beating down upon the surrounding area. They were in the shade, under shelter and waiting, waiting for the change. Waiting for the exit and the being born into a new world, a new way, a new ideal and so on and so forth.
There was no sense of anticipation. Instead, a sense of inevitability and fear of the unknown had washed over the people as they waited. They knew not what was going to happen, or if anything at all was going to happen. For all they knew, there was going to be nothing. There could have been something far beyond comprehension. There was just no way of knowing. All they knew was that they were, as per instructed, in the right place at the right time.
They knew not who provided the instructions, or if anyone did indeed. There was a strong feeling that someone must have said something at some point, but then again this could have entirely been a false set of instructions that just so happened to come about.
Still, like most things that catch on, many became aware and many came to believe in the words. After all, they couldn’t just be meaningless, could they? There had to be something behind them that allowed them to spread as efficiently as they did.
And so the group of people waited and waited in silence they did. They waited for the sun to die out for the day and watched as shadows crept to claim the scraps of what remained. They waited in their shelter, watching and waiting as the heat receded, if only slightly, and they waited and hoped that something would happen. They hoped that something would happen that would signify something. There was an anxiety and a fear that was gripping those that were waiting, but they just wanted it to all happen and be over. Their new path, their new entrance. They wanted this old one to divert away from them, but of course there was no real telling as to how much longer they would have to go on like this.
And thus, it seemed as though something was to happen.
A low, extended rumbling could be heard and felt, and even though it was dark, the heavens opened up and unleashed the rains.
There was no change, no new entrance. But it was raining heavily, and the people had their shelter.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:17:55
This isn’t as strong as I had hoped.
Still, it’s something. I think I was trying to express some sort of tension but I don’t think I got it across.
Written at work.