Lightning.

Her head was bowed, in prayer, I guessed. When the lightning struck her frame. Her arms fell limp, and her eyes widened, and the day stood still. Like a Polaroid. We were Printed. Linked. Synced. Irreversibly intertwined, in a splash of broken fragments that could, nor should ever be undone. We share hues, of blues, … More Lightning.

The Unsecret Dialogue Chronicles: Grand Theft Auto: Part Three

Read Part Two Here S looks in the rear view mirror and looks at J, trying to gauge how pissed off she would be if another projectile cigarette butt hit her window. Deciding that she would get over it, S lit another smoke and glanced again at the mirror. J was shaking her head and … More The Unsecret Dialogue Chronicles: Grand Theft Auto: Part Three