Broken Truce

Okay... this is an older piece that I changed around just a little.  No music.  Having a lot of writing due (end o' semester fun).  Might post a piece later... but have to get schoolwork done.

Broken Truce
Well I am sorry about breaking the truce...but the muse visited me.
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It had been two years

The roar of the bug in an all drowning rhythm hurtled him down the road. The syncopated movement of engine pumped the vehicle down the artery.

It had been two years

His hands clutched the steering wheel. The flow of traffic clotted. Critical mass had been reached. His watch had stopped, removing any ability for composure or preparation. He was supposed to meet her at 6:00. His watch, which earlier leisurely passed the minutes, now marched forward with no mercy. To check its passage, he glanced at the timepiece…

It had been two years

With nothing more than a fiery glance their friendship had been consummated. Once begun, the pair became disciples of Dionysus. Like fugitives from constraint they ran through the Elysian Fields. Mad to live—mad to save—mad to be saved. Talking, laughing, scurrying aimlessly—lost to all save the other. In an almost inescapable lunacy, life emanated from their eyes. Joy unabashedly bellowed from conversations. All they had to do was keep running. Always moving forward, always ahead of that which sought to destroy them.

It had been two years

However, Olympus was brought low. The same gods that united—now ripped asunder. Perhaps the laughter was so honest, it was blasphemous—their joy was so pure, it was obscene—a camaraderie so true it showed all else, even the gods, nothing more than falsehoods. Or simply as the friendship they shared was too beautiful for this world, accordingly the gods became righteous in their anger. The fates released their vengeance on the friends who had consistently thwarted their plans, and the bonds were ripped apart—not with a bang, but a whimper. The roar of his engine sounded out its monotone requiem.

It had been two years

He contacted her. Wanting to keep their cautious movements concealed from the gods they had angered…each risked renewal of the friendship. In messages secreted from the fates the two had decided to convene. Diminutive notes they hoped would escape the god’s attention.

It had been two years

He had reached the exit. The streets filled with artificial life. Traffic with darkened interiors prowled the streets, coveting their spaces. Lining the streets stood storefronts in carnival like appearance. Through the cacophony of eccentric homes lit by neon suns, he looked for their meeting place. There it was—through a dimly lit brown sign welcomed a public house. He parked in the rear and looked at his watch…it was six on the dot.

It had been two years

He walked towards the door. Behind it he knew, he would see the truth. Stripped from the distance, stripped from the safety…what was waiting behind the door? Opening the door, he boldly crossed the threshold. In the dimly lit interior he began a search in the twilight. At first he could find nothing. His search became focused…could it be that lady with her back to me? No…could it be…no not there….

It had been two years

Then he stopped, and looked at the other side of the bar. There she was. “Andy?” she questioningly said. “Is that you,” he replied. While the watchful greeting may have been cautious, the friendship was too strong to remain bounded. He quickly moved to her as she rose for an embrace. When they pulled away from the other, she told him “You haven’t changed at all,” and he, he looked in her eyes, and the warm enveloping fire had been ignited.

It had only been yesterday.

…and somewhere, unnoticed, the fates stirred.