Red Hair

“Do you need help?” The man in the car asked. His voice cut through the night, raised above the downpour, the steady drone of raindrops spattering against the road, the trees, the roof of his car. The girl raised her head, startled.

Smile at the Flames

All was silent until the world broke No warning before the song of our end sang in turning gears The fires started, flames out of the sky ran liquid through the streets Consuming time to be thrown as food for the wind

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