Post by quinnquinn on Feb 24, 2016 6:12:21 GMT -8
They might have been the first people to die today.
Owen's phone just clocked over to 12:00am. It told him so in big bright lights, screen blinding his eyes in the darkness but it was a nice sight nonetheless. The sound of emergency sirens wailed through the streets as they eventually got closer to the scene, before leaving with the nearly dead in tow. The boy stood quietly amongst it all, walking through the scene of the crash.
Shattered glass, maybe some blood. He didn't really know how to feel pity for the lone white thread from the chaos as it left with the blazing lights of the ambulance. There were bodies, and threads that had been pulled away to the starry sky above. He wondered where they will end up.
The noises eventually faded, but the lights didn't. The only shelter away from them was the darkness of the trees across the street. All neatly in a row behind a tall black iron fence, closed, but not impossible to enter. Owen ran his pen along the bars, hearing the satisfying clink of each one until there was a sudden silence.
He stepped through the entrance and sat by the nearest tree, letting the trunk block the lights from the accident.
Owen's phone just clocked over to 12:00am. It told him so in big bright lights, screen blinding his eyes in the darkness but it was a nice sight nonetheless. The sound of emergency sirens wailed through the streets as they eventually got closer to the scene, before leaving with the nearly dead in tow. The boy stood quietly amongst it all, walking through the scene of the crash.
Shattered glass, maybe some blood. He didn't really know how to feel pity for the lone white thread from the chaos as it left with the blazing lights of the ambulance. There were bodies, and threads that had been pulled away to the starry sky above. He wondered where they will end up.
The noises eventually faded, but the lights didn't. The only shelter away from them was the darkness of the trees across the street. All neatly in a row behind a tall black iron fence, closed, but not impossible to enter. Owen ran his pen along the bars, hearing the satisfying clink of each one until there was a sudden silence.
He stepped through the entrance and sat by the nearest tree, letting the trunk block the lights from the accident.