I sat alone on the steps

The rain was starting to pour. A cold wind blew, and even with my coat on the ferocity of the chill cut to the bone. I wondered if all the action and inaction in my life had culminated to this. Or was it just happenstance. Thoughts raced, could I have done this or that differently? It didn't matter anyway, because here I sat on these ice hardened steps.

There goes that same car driving by again...

I knew I needed to move, at least move further away from here, the place had an eerie feeling. What I wouldn't have given to be back in Gunderburg, the sweet smell of honey and corn lofting around every corner. I drifted for a moment, even smelling the arousing aroma that had my mind so entwined, till suddenly being jolted back to that harsh reality, bright lights beaming into my eyes.

It's that car again...

Why did that car keep driving by? Did the pilot and the passenger just enjoy watching me be soaked and frozen by mother nature? The answers alluded me, and I knew it would forever be an unanswerable question. How is the human mind to deal with such a thing, an unanswerable question. To put blind faith out front and move forward on such whims, seems foolish and irrational from the outside. But here I sat, having put blind faith in a ride and now being blinded by fate.

That damn car again...

Movement was just beyond my grasp, and I feared my limbs had become too enchained by the unforgiving bitterness of winter to be of much use anymore. I was frozen with fear, the thought of the shear pain of standing sent chills down my icy spine. I knew what I needed to do, it's what any man of survival would do. I needed to barrel roll. As I prepared my body for ignition, like a sphere rolling through the desert, I noticed a beam of light in the distance. It was now or never, roll or be rolled. I leaned back, storing potential energy for the thrust forward, when suddenly I was beamed square in the eyes by what appeared to be a lightning bolt from Zeus himself.

It was the car...