PAINTING A PICTURE

After he came to his senses, they slowly headed towards the train station. She was still sobbing. And this guy, he was really fucked up. I mean, really. He looked like a wounded zombie. It was a sad, sad sight. Silent thunder behind the silent hill. Her silent sobbing. Silent rain making silent hum. And the freestyle clatter of her heels. That’s how this scene actually sounded. That’s how this little piece of the universe looked like.

Finally, the boy added an appropriate flavor to the picture by spitting some fucked up words on it.

– This is so fucked up – he said.

– So fucked up – the girl replied, and because she was still sobbing, her words sounded kinda fucked up.

A street lamp seamlessly blinked before it went out.