Thursday, April 21, 2011

The Wrong Reflection


By midnight, the fog has lofted in and erased everything. In the early morning hours, the grenadier creeps along Hibachi street with his thermite bomb concealed beneath his carapace. At a random intersection he lights the fuse and tosses it high in the air.

For a few seconds the world catches fire. Everything is stripped away and anyone who happens to be looking in a mirror at that moment sees the wrong reflection. But why would anyone be looking in a mirror in the fog? Still, someone probably saw.

Or at least that is the hope of the grenadier as he watches the fog close back in and weeps because he has no more bombs.

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