Ephemeral

Thought. Inexpressible, trapped. Fighting to get out; struggling for freedom. It is a powerful thing, thought. Capable of creating universes –and destroying them. It can change lives, end them,

As the man raised the instrument to his shoulder, bow poised at the ready, the onlookers felt a sense of mounting excitement. But for what, they knew not. A slant ...

* The sound of the clock was loud in the night; ticking sharp and rhythmic like fingernails tapping out a steady beat on the tabletop. Eva tried to banish ...

And, of course (as that is the way of things), endings are always so much quicker.