6.59

New beginnings, new outfits, old books, traditional ways, change

things so much felt in the silence of that moment. Both glared. At the bottom of the stairwell lay that man. 6.59, the clock ticked, sixty short seconds to that very last minute.

"Buzzz.....................!"
"ding dong, ding dong, ding dong.........!"
"Bpuhu, bpuhu...."
The old radio automatically turned itself on. Out it played the nation's song....
Both, sunk into oblivion no one ever been. Anchored by guilt they were. Dark thoughts not spoken. Prayers not heard. The breach of pact pinned down their worst fears...