The sirens were wailing, there wasn’t much time. I grabbed Sam by the hood and shook him a bit. He staggered up from the pavement wiping the pistol on his sweater sleeve, the black paint smudged on the fabric. Lex was already in the car and everything else, to me, was a blur. Somehow, the firearm vanished, the vehicle faded, and the lights were liquid, pouring out horizontal streams into the air. The night swallowed the events of the evening and with one giant irresponsible gulp, the early morning blew into us by some miracle, the Confirmation of silence.

12:04 am  •  27 February 2012  •  1 note