Man in black take the stage. Hold your breath. This is going to be a good one. Adjust your tie and stand up straight. Make sure that everyone is watching. Walk away slowly, locking eyes with every soul you pass. Let them know it is coming.
And then the reader catches up with the writer. Red, yellow and black fill the air leaving the intersection in chaos. A calm grin and suave stride make their way down the concrete tide as the sirens blare down town. Narcissism in a necktie and dress pants leaves it’s mark once more.
Left at the scene, two hundred twenty six marbles. Who knows… not me.