A fifty – The accident

The glass of wine fell on the kitchen floor after spins then shattered into broken pieces of glass and ice … When death was making tea the new maid was sweeping the glass to hear the sound of music then picked up the ice to serve it to the guest.


A useless fifty

The tortured one on earth had unanswered calls, abandoned in the wreck writing a poem that will never be useful. It doesn’t exist but it’s coming … The worst fear; future. Where, whom but why? No choice given and that built wrath. He said this all shall burn till nothing.