The dam broke today.
It was a sturdy dam that had been rooted in the soil for a few months. Lately, there had been a few hairline cracks that had developed, which made the visitors wonder if it would eventually give way to the rushing water. Everybody believed the dam would someday fall, but not soon.
However, nature ran its due course. Maybe there were too many tourists, too many visitors. Perhaps the land decided to give the dam a little surprise.
The visitors were wrong, naturally. The few cracks they had witnessed in the center of the structure were really just the tip of the iceberg. Actually, the dam had already given way to a huge gaping hole in the center. So it broke. It started off from the inside; the hole's emptiness burst open the tons of cement, making millions of small cracks paint a maddening picture of something that would shatter almost certainly.
There was a second in which the cracks stopped moving. Then the dam burst. Millions of tiny cement pieces flew in every direction. They landed on the branches of trees, the ground, some fell straight into the water. It was like a good dream had gone horribly wrong.
At the end of it all, everybody went to see what had really happened.
In the center was a small girl lying on a bed, sheltered by her bed cover. She was crying cold, liquid tears of cement. She was trying to figure out how she made the dam burst.
