A boy sat on the hood of a busted up car, staring out at what was upon him.
His eyes were glazed over. His mouth echoed a crooked smile.
A tornado whirled through the sky in front of him, sending Grey wispy clouds around and around.
Mountains a green dirty color.
Birds did not sing, passing cars did not screech for pedestrians, children did not play games.
It was silent, as if sound was just a figment of his imagination.
But it was broken, by the twisted sound of out-of-place laughter.
In that second, the world stopped spinning altogether, time stood still and waitied.
For boy realized that he was mistaken.
And that it was right - every living creature does die alone.