Blogging- Road's end

The masked man sat on the road, his eyes fixed intently on the wreckage of the car.... His wife had been in there, but was now lost.

His watch! He was going to be late!

The bleak shape of a car passed him leaving a dusty trail... but he must not call out: some things were forbidden for him to say.... Time was running out.

Everything had been lost in that crash, though nothing was there to be lost.

His heart was a block of iron in a stony cage.