Logjam

His future was ashes but he didn’t know that then. 

A cacophony of darts and dashes silenced the choir that serenaded the collective, the community that shrouded and protected. 

[I give up. I can’t do it. It kills me.If I ever write a book I’ll make sure there is no God the narrator, nor a proxy buried in a character. There’ll be plenty of ‘I’s. Opinions will be labelled as such. And you’ll be reading in the Now.]