248 – Rearview mirror

This was his night,
His perfect night.
Tonight was finally

The road gently curved
Across the ancient hills.
His hands were firmly
On the wheel.

No more long years
Waiting for his chance.
He was taking the future
By storm.

The car’s roof down,
The breeze in his face.
His favorite Sabbath album
Blasting in the night.

He saw them just for a second,
A chill ran down his spine.
The tall, thin, dark man
And the girl dressed in black.

He turned to
The rearview mirror
Just in time for the first blinding
Atomic flash.

His last thought was
A revelation
Is never easy
To understand.

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