Sirens screamed ferociously in the foggy ambience when his heart stopped to growl like a snare. The first suburban train rolled to the downtown main through the heavy rain on Thursday anyway. A hungry little boy with a runny nose played in the street as the cold wind blew fallout in his face. Don‘t be what they made you. Then some Marc whispered, swiftly the remembrance of all things is buried in the gulf of eternity. I poured lactose-free skim milk in my morning coffee while waiting for a reaction of the central nervous system. Still waiting.
