The sky looks like Atlas, not so much shrugged, but just gave up.
The clouds lazily spread on the ground, covering the buildings in a grey mist.
The Titan has left his post, gone A.W.O.L.
To his surprise, and probably everyone else’s who bore witness, the heavens did not fall – just the clouds and little bit of rain.
That look in someone’s eye – someone who has been struggling and giving something their all, putting all they have into a task or function – when they realize it never really mattered, that they could have left ages ago…that look, it’s one of the most heartbreaking things to see.
For awhile Atlas just stood there, staring at the sky.
Why was it still there?
The earth shook as the giant’s body began to tremble.
A tear rolled down his cheek.
He looks at the city around us, stretching his back and his arms.
He looks down at me and nods, points up to the sky and begins laughing.
His laugh shakes the buildings, causing the clouds to drift along the ground in cotton swirls.
He pokes the sky, laughs harder, then turns his back on all of us and begins to walk away, whistling a quiet song.
The heavens still hanging where he left.