text: Boom. A water tower falls in the middle of an empty strawberry field. Lonesome strawberries sit helplessly as the creaking and cracking wooden sphere falls to earth. Crunch. The strawberries are flooded and smashed by the dump of water, creating an almost jelly-like substance that slowly flows out from the wreck. Draining towards the running workers, the jelly creates a trail from where the bomb exploded. Splish-Splosh. Workers muddied boots rush through the sloshing soil. The farm hands were on break when the bomb went off; but, their break was cut off by the fallen timber. When they arrive at the site they notice the deep red jelly that has attached to their boots. Swoosh. An older farm hand, with signs of poor aging and substance abuse, slides his hand across his brown boots and catches some jelly on his middle finger. The dark red has covers his finger with it’s sticky substance, and slowly oozes down. His eyes study the contents, and he moves his finger up to his nose to examine the smell. Nothing. No scent evades his nostril. And so he opens his mouth and rubs his middle finger on his tongue. Slick. Jelly meshes with saliva, and through its chemical properties, the two bond together to form a heavy and dense foam. The old man struggles, for a few seconds, to breath and then falls to the ground clutching at his neck. He can’t breathe. He can’t breathe. He is rolling in the dark red jelly as if his body is in full spasm. He is fully covered in the substance and he is dead. The foam spills out of his mouth and spirals into the jelly. Bddddd-Bdddddd. Far from this incident, on a perch overlooking the field, the ringing of a phone is going off. A man with binoculars is waiting for the other line to pick-up. Click. “Millybroke Car Wash, how may I help you?”, goes the other line. “The tower has fallen”, Says the man. “Yes, we do offer a deluxe wash. Thank you for calling, and have a nice day!” Click. The man looks again at the field and the oasis of red that has formed. Field hands are running amuck, and his job is done. The tower has fallen, and the strawberry field is not dry. &#x200B; \[ I would love any feedback, or recommendations. I'm thinking this will be the intro to a feature film of some sort.. Would love any thoughts about anything considering this short story \] \[ I'm trying to figure out where to go from here. I think I've set up the first act pretty solidly as we are now hooked and need to figure out what is going on... I'm thinking that maybe I introduce a new character who will get thrown into all of this and have to figure everything out. Maybe the old man is a relative of his or something...