The wind was quite heavy, the trees struggled to stand.
"Did he have someone with him?"
"No."
"Did you see him before you turned?"
She hesitated.
"No."
"Was he speeding?"
She looked at the curling branches.
The swaying leaves.
She took in the waving trees.
As they twisted in the breeze.
"No."
The thud of the briefcase closing.
The clasp clicked back into place.
"Then I suppose that's all there is to it."
She watched the men get into their pod.
To deliberate alone.
She was left to observe the wreckage.
A body.
His blood.
His bones.
His flesh.
Splayed out to greet the wind.
She wanted to save a few moments.
A left turn can be done quickly.
But in haste she locked her fate to his.
His mind, now dormant.
Now void.
Her mind, now corrupted.
Now destroyed.
All to save a moment.
The wind disturbed some of the site.
Metal groaned to accommodate.
The head was still composed.
It shifted and now faced her.
She gazed into his eyes.
And swore she saw him smile.
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RandomA mess of stuff that won't fit elsewhere. Some are pretty absurdist, no direct continuity unless stated (doubtful on that, these are meant to be one-off poems/stories). I like to explore different styles of writing in small works like this, so some...
