Week 18

The rain came quickly.
Water blanketed the already dark city and overwhelmed drivers; the sheets of water making the roads fade and almost disappear. Bright flashes of red pushed through the haze as cars braked and slowed to half the 100k limit.
He was barely visible in his hoodie and black trackpants, walking north with the traffic.
Only on the corners did headlights catch a glimpse of his outline, hunched over and alone.
The light steam rising from his shoulders wasn’t just because of the heat he’d worked up from the ever rising path, it was a sign of his frustration, his hatred for a world that had shut him out.
He was 17 with no destination but forward.
The blue Holden had no time to stop, even after the thud of flesh against metal when instinct hit in and foot went to brake, the car skidded taking its victim with it.
The driver already had his door open before he’d completely pulled back on the hand brake, rushing to see what he’d hit.
The body was slumped against the curb, alive but dazed. The car, now twisted to its left, was completely blocking the northbound lane, traffic heading south slowly stopping as they realised something was wrong.
Calls came for an ambulance and help arrived to the figure in black. The driver was more confused than anything else, asking where this boy had come from.
Had he walked out in traffic on purpose? Or was he simply blinded by the rain?
A spiderweb of light flashed above as thunder rolled around the hills.
17, with about that many broken bones. 17, but at least he’ll have a place to sleep tonight.

Week 7

The wave of black hills glitters in the night as lights turn on and off and residents move throughtout apartments and offices.
A stream of red and white lights flood the highway as brakes are touched or slammed depending on the attention of drivers.
Wellington looks gorgeous tonight, but few are paying attention.
Only the children, bored in the back seats, have noticed that one city light is shining brighter than the others.
Only the children have noticed that the brighter the light grows, the more anger and frustration seems to spread amongst the drivers.
A flash of white.
Barely a second.
But enough time for the children to disappear from car seats and booster seats, blankets and seatbelts, their bags and toys the only reminder that there were once more occupants in the cars.
It takes a few more seconds for anyone to notice there’s anything wrong.
The blinding of the light has the adults blinking rapidly and searching for the source, before turning around to check the kids are still buckled in, only to find there’s no trace of them.
The moon is barely visible amongst streaks of grey but seems extra bright tonight as it fights against the darkness.