Crash

The pedestrians in the streets below wore their suits of lights, <…>. Catherine would move behind me like some electric nymph, a devotional creature guarding my gestures of excitement with her calm presence.

Catherine would move behind me like some electric nymph, a devotional creature guarding my gestures of excitement with her calm presence.

I felt detached from my own body, as if my musculature were suspended a few millimetres from the armature of bones,

As the Lincoln crushed the palisade Vaughan had looked back, his hard eyes calculating if he could make a second pass at me.

A confetti of fragmented glass covered the front passenger seat.

For the next hour I sat there, waiting for the acid to wear its way through my nervous system.

Abruptly, the light faded. Vaughan’s car sank into the darkness below the bridge. Everything had become drab again. The air and light were exhausted.

I had entered an abandoned world.

The stones in the road surface cut unevenly into the soles of my shoes, discarded there after the passage of a hurricane.

Sitting together, we were washed by the light flowing in every direction across the landscape.