Some Strings

24.11.2009

Now, you’re afraid of cars when it gets darker. The sound of the crash is still around you. A dry sound that has nothing to do with the explosion you were imagining. One of the very rare sounds that are not music. That cannot be. Too close to the bones, too close to death.
And a bunch of seconds after the sound you were on your feet, touching every parts of your body, searching for any pain. There was no pain. Everything was perfectly normal. And you walked to the guy who was still in his car. There was something you wanted to tell that son of a bitch.

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