August 16

Ignition...on and in perhaps an hour, it was over. One slash of time made ridicule of caution, for the silence that he chose was not enough; he hated it, chose death instead, and that without regret. I wonder just how long it was the engine poured its fumes into his ambience, and he beyond a care... how many passed just yards away, how many chronicles raced with them, past the brute unconsciousness of the undead, as they sped by. It was a double silence that prevailed upon the darkening day-- a double irony as that frail candle smoldered when its destiny was light. ~