A tall red ladder covered in coins, reaching from the pavement to the sky. From where I was standing, I couldn’t even see the end of it. But the ladder was probably my only hope. The rest of the island was sinking, it was probably going to be submerged by tomorrow. I wondered if I should take the coins as I went up.
No, I decided. The coins were only used for art purposes anyway.
I looked back at the city to say goodbye. I was going home now. With that thought in mind, I climbed up the ladder quickly.
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