Three Word Wednesday: Fracture, Noise, and Vanish plus Fiction in 58 for good measure
In that one second, that one moment on which everything turns, the view fractured all at once, pieces of glass on the floor. Careful not to cut your feet. No noise, not a peep, no – not one sound. There is a body. There is always a body. Slip out the back door and vanish before the sweepers come.