The wind stirred a column of dust. The city’s dirt flew above the street, above the honking of the cars, above the noise and the chaos of the terrified crowd.
Dark clouds covered the sun. The pavement began to crack and crumble, until the street turned into a gaping hole.
The girl watched in horror how a bus slid in that hole, followed close by a string of cars. The screams were downed by the sound of thunder, the lightning in the sky was mirrored by the fires that were breaking out all around.
In front of her, watching without moving, was a dark silhouette – an old woman dressed in black. Her face without expression turned towards the girl. Her hand rose in accusation.
– It was you! You brought the end of the world upon us!
The girl watched in horror in the direction the old woman was pointing now.
And it was true – it was her fault!
She started crying silently.
It was true – she did it. She has stepped on a crack in the sidewalk!
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