the white cars kept lining up

he couldnt turn around without seeing one

he rented a car for a blue-lined highway trip to Death Valley

they held a white sedan for him

he walked to the bank

in a flashing pedestrian crosswalk a white pickup blazed just in front of him  its driver  oblivious  yapping

holding his cellfone in his left hand

at indiscriminate cross streets white cars heeled at stop signs

walking in front of them they suspiciously inched forward

these were at Deaths behest
                       he conceded

It was distraught unable to take him before in Its sterling sterilewhite gaze

passive-aggressively reminding him It hadnt forgot

                                       it was only a matter of time

as he walked to the grocerystore he watched a flatbed truck labor uphill under sheaves of windshields  

it began a left turn

in the other direction around a blind curve also mounting the hill a car emerged driving too fast 

it struck the truck broadside a shearing a heavy THUD 

black smoking oil  fuel splashed onto the pavement  briefly hemorrhaging and glistening like spattered blood

a blackness engulfed the twisted white bodies

inside were trapped souls  barely conscious

as he ran towards them the truck exploded

its explosion set off the cars

their concussions knocked him onto his back

he threw his arm up across his face as glass fell like hard broken tears

finally   he stood

sirens were approaching

  

                     and downhill from where the truck climbed white cars lined up

 

1139,  Friday,  14  10. 16

1150,  Saturday,  15  10. 16