after nothing

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The rain was soft, but drummed heavily against the windshield, as streetlights danced through the liquid torrents. A car drove by, and a couple shared warmth under an overhang, but the sky was already dark. Fans were retiring after another evening of laughter before classes the next day. The usual routine, with the same demons chasing down the future.

A few sad medleys made their point before the radio cut off with the death of the engine. After a cold set of keys returned to a familiar home next to the plastic body of a cell, the white knuckled hands returned to the stirring wheel. Muscles clenched the tight leather. The cold had minimized sensation down to a mere fraction, but the pressure of the action was grounding.

Even though the windows were up, the smell of wet concrete was heavy in the air.

Soft inhale. Silent prayer.