ICE WINDS

Ice winds | Bitter separation.

May 3, Left Tiffany’s 3.44 am. Bleak | cold. Scurried to refuge, union city cab.

Headlines: City blasted Northern Blaze. Strained traffic frozen to motorway.

I feared I’d be late. I pushed; DRIVER!

“To the station! He grinned, glared and Grunted!

I feared speaking again would lose everything.

Dawn? NOW?

Blinding flashes of light and darkness.