2009-02-09

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A time for Heroes

London is burning, the fires and damage everywhere, as the images scroll across the conjured screen Richard surveys from beyond the gauntlet with a quick twist of his hand before the image it wavers and shows fires rising above the champs elysee, red square, times square, du point circle, beverley hills, the horizon is dark from the giza plateau where the flames of cairo rise, tianamen square is littered with rubble and in all places the rats move,
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Someone to watch over ,,,,,

The crack of the ratkin's spine was the only noise in the house apart from the distant echoes of faraway ambulances and fire engines.

The body slumped to the ground and began to stink as it's bowels voided themselves.

But he didn't care and stepped over the slowly cooling corpse to peer out into the night to a scene from a dream - a gypsy caravan and the white picket fence around it now lit by the moonlight and the distant flames of a burning city.

He sighed - a habit that he had never got out of - and, as he slowly faded into the darkness, whispered as if to himself " "I morti non solo piu soli...."