No smoke. no engulfing light.
the siren mysteriously disappears into the unnatural darkness of the night after chasing pass in a blur of red and blue.
she tries desperately to follow the faded noise but is lost in silence.
sitting patiently.
ever so uneasily her trained thought is broken only by the distant vibrations against her leg.
she ignores it, at first.
knowing that when she acknowledges it she will open a storybook depicting a tale with an ending she would rather leave for its fictional characters.
A scream. A feeling.
A single tear of blind knowledge.
For a broken heart is told of within a storybook of braille.
