In the Nick of Time
Ashe Shane Britt
An elderly man woke from a settled rest and hurried out of his solemn seclusion. As he ran down the hard cracks which pass for streets in his humble town he shouted a scripture of complacent obscenity. The night cast cool shadows that perched like whoring ravens above the texture of his worried brow and he felt his breath freeze in his eyes…he steamed himself with the resolve of his new found convictions.
“I have found the whole secret, right here in the backwash of my dreams!”
He unleashed the vulgarity of his madness to the peaceful town. Few eyes opened from their tight hush although a young girl with flames around her eyes took heed of the great noise in the pounding streets. Her life was opened anew as well far beyond her years of seventeen.
She whispered like a wedding dress into the heavy blue air of her teenage dungeon, “My lover was born a moment after my last breath….”
And the red soaks the bed while the floor grimaces with each heavy drop.
The old man passes right by her foggy window as youth takes itself on as a ghost and though I was dreaming as it all came to pass I believe this is what the man had been saying before his heart gave way and he tumbled onto his ass.