Whispering of fate?

You’ve the steering wheel in hand, memories are like a thunderstorm.

Lightning flashes past you as luminous memories; they strike. Behind you. In front of you. Next to you. Over your head.

They bark like wild dogs and you scream at the thunder.

Then silence. Impact. Reality. Pain. And you wish you had never tasted it. This life.


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