PASSENGER EVENING FIRE
The fire was dwindling as if the coldness of my heart had spread to it. It was still early evening and I dreaded the few more hours it would take for the scotch to make me pass out.
As I looked out of the window, I never wanted to see a sunset like that again.
I contemplated ensuring that it didnt happen. Maybe it was time to be a passenger through another life. I walked to the dresser, towards the time machine. The instant I held it in my hand, I felt immense relief and a glimmer of excitement for the impending journey.
How could anything that starts with a 'BANG' not be awesome!
