Mourn has and will, be writing again, spect more :)

Angel continues

"Faster! can we.. we need to.. we must go faster!" Dual black canes swept this way and that in a lazy routine, clearing a colourless space of torrents, streams and seas. In their absense new water would rush down from the storm only to be pushed to one side. "Hey Lady, this is Sereneity Plaza in noon rushour. I'm doin' the best I can", a tanned driver responded, looking back at the emotional young woman in his rear seat. He turned around analyzing the picture in front of him, searching for openings, possible routes, and ways to get through this impossible traffic.

The slight mist created by the cascading precipitation made this hired transport think of the path already travelled. When he was a kid he had wanted to be a race driver. Whizzing around turns with tremendous speed, delicately shifting gears to navigate hairpins, battling with other great drivers for pole position. The champagne on the podium, the beautiful girls, the fame and fortune... When he was older he realised racing was for the select few. He'd wanted to become a chauffeur, a driver for the select few. For those with fame and fortune: beautiful singers and actresses, the private wheels for wealthy buisnessmen. He had become a taxi driver in this bustling city, he was everyones speedy wheels getting C from A to B.

This driver blinked. Reality flooded his mind instantly washing his memories of dreams. Gazing through his windscreen past the lazy routine of two black lines he caught the eye of a strict, red, round, circular light. A thought rose in his mind, less of a thought more of an image. An image of a daughter, a daughter following a father yet a father strolling slowly away, widening the gap between them. The daughter froze, so did he. Her eyes were blue,so were his, she began to cry.. beautiful sad tears; helpless.

The eyes of the red light flickered and shut tight. The driver smiled whilst revving his engine, he uttered something to himself, a twinkle in his eye. A new light began to shine, and flicker like the first, this one the colour of sun; a deep vivid amber. He was a little boy again, all he needed was one thing.. Answering his prayer some omnipotent being revealed a final signal: A green light shining bright