Aidan Zanders

It’s raining in February. Puddles forming on the streets of our town grow to connect into a single reflective surface. I gaze at my reflection as the water falls around me. Raising my right hand I see my mirror double respond with his left. A familiar dance.

Suddenly I’m floating up from the ground, untethered from gravity. I watch my shadow fade away beneath me. I watch as the rivers rise up from the streets to cover the earth. This new rising tide swallows the cars and homes of the people in our town. Soon all that remains is the treetops, poking out of the water like the first growth of Spring after the last falling snow.

Aidan Zanders

Aidan Zanders

Designer by day. Aspiring writer and animator by night. Mercy main when I can find the time.