Dating : Seven Minutes To Go

Seven minutes to go.
Henry touched himself. Rainbow colours danced everywhere. The gathered people hummed their droning chant.
Would anyone really wonder if the end of all this were real.
The microphone had to be adjusted. Damn.
The spotlight held too long on the dragging body. Get it right people.
Makes me sick to think how many we’ve left over the edge there. Dangling in the air. Just waiting. For nothing.
Lighting split the sky open. Over and over again. Hmmm. The smell of ozone just before a storm.
Let’s hope for some rain. It’ll wash some of the stink away.
Variable, variable, variables. People love some damn good varity. Time to bring in the dancing bears. A classic cliche.
Who wouldn’t want this job. Predictable as the Earth is round.
Henry climbed. Yep, it’s somewhere here. There. Just over there. Ok. Got it. Now turn, just slightly to the left…or was it right…no left. Yeah that’s got it.
Clamouring and rattling. Those bears damn near stank to shit.
No one would see this coming.

…end 3. Visit 1. Or Visit 2.