Sometimes the times let loose the lonely howls of transitory fates colliding under the stormy skies of the outskirts of the suburbs. Past the fields, small hills carved their place into the last remaining patch of blue and three boys watched as the clouds closed in. ben the youngest had just met a girl named pine and was exhausting his friend’s interest as he told them about the stickers on her water bottle.

“So did…has she messaged you yet? Jermy said appeasing to ben’s obsession with the girl of his dreams for tuesday.

“I didn’t get a number.” The tw other boys release a series of subtle moans and sighs, disapointed by the repetitive misteps and timewasting fantasties of ben’s most recent crush.

“Got a backstory for her waterbottle stickers but no number,” lief shook his head and looked back up at the storm. “I hope those clouds slow down, I don’t think we’ll be able to see it.”

“They better, otherwise we carried all this stuff up for no reason.”

“I read something once bout a guy who was struck by lighting a bunch of times-

And he died

No his hair grew back though

Well he did die eventually

Yeah true I guess Maybe you’ll get struck by lightning

Maybe we’ll get it recorded,

If theres no astroids then I hope so

Guys guys, we gonna be rich, you know how much gold costs?

Like sooo much

Yeah and you can find it on earth, easy

Ohh

Yea, and we are gonna have a rock from space! So its obviously worth so much more,

Woahhh

We are gonna be so rich

Yeahh

I am gonna buy a motorcycle  

They won’t let you drive that

So, I can pay them to let me

No, you cant even drive one

I have

No

I have, I had a bike almost the same

But its so much faster, you are too weak you’ll fall off

No

I would get a s

Story follows boys as they attempt to record trajectory of meteor shower and find where they landed but storm gets worse and the shower is obscured but one of the boys sees some of the shower pass through the clouds they follow them to the river bed where they find several stones that look similar to eachother and are hot head back to their house in the rain carrying the rocks not knowing whether they’re actually meteors. tucking the camera under their

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