falls, lending an aura
of peace to the desolation
. I never thought that I'd see it again. Huge flakes
coated the roof of the car, which lay in a ditch
, covered in an immense drift
of sand. I reached out with my tongue
, and watched the snow gently pile
against the faceplate
. I took a rasping breath
, listened to the air wheeze
through the filters, and pulled my tongue back. There was no snow, only a gentle rain of ashes
. I was a fool
to have thought it was snow. How could there be?
And in the front seat of the car, a husk grinned at me through the glittering fragments of saf-t-glas.
The ashes continued to sift down, as I methodically plodded home, leaving leaded footprints in the dust, as regular as the ticks from the counter at my waist.
A cockroach scuttled accross my boot. And the moon wept a silent tear for its ruined lover.