Next to him, leg broken and bent, Jason felt the coldness seeping in. The blood spilled from his aortic artery, filling his gut; and soon the feeling of coldness, and eventually the heart attack that always follows.
It was a beautiful sunny day, and the people walking just yards away made their way to work. They didn’t notice Bravo or Jason. Spring had come. Pollen had begun painting yellow, disgustingly on everything. It always came in an instant, in one day all the plants agreed, it’s time to let it go.
“How do the trees and plants do that?” I wondered to myself. I strolled down 50th Street, the carnage behind me.
Damn it. My foot stuck and resisted pulling up; some asshole's gum pulling both at the ground and my slightly bloodied shoe. It makes me so god damn angry when people spit their gum on the ground! Did they not have mothers?! What the hell!
I headed around the corner, scraping my shoe, looking forward to some cheap burnt coffee.
It was a beautiful Thursday morning, a beautiful start to the day.