david

I’m in the doomed city again, barely time to run. I always find you, but can’t make you go. “Your stubborn streak will kill you this time.” You just laugh. I have to choose: To survive, or stay and be consumed.
Later, running, I’m miles away. Then, the roar, and hot wind throws me forward. But I don’t look back.
My alarm clock jolts me awake, followed by the familiar pain that you are still alive, but I am long gone.