The pall of darkness that befell the Upper East Side was sudden, its embrace absolute, like Vesuvius over Pompeii. There was an explosion in the sky, the platinum charge illuminating the heavens with its electric brilliance. A convergence of obsidian clouds gathered below the stratosphere, like impending doom, over 64th and Madison. Their moisture laden curves pulsated, radiating the residuals of white heat.
The taxi splashed up alongside the curb, bringing itself to a halt in front of an austere brownstone. A bare, slender leg was the first to dispatch from the yellow coach. She allowed the licorice heel and its bleeding sole to make peace with the pavement, now saturated with Eros’ regret.
Benjamin idled behind, his black Gucci trench pelted by the drizzle.
“Benjamin, hurry! You’ll catch cold.”
Lucy bolted for the door.
Benjamin paused, his breathing turbulent, like the cumulus above. He turned toward the idling taxi, its congested vapors whispered into the afternoon gale. The darkness was furious now and Benjamin observed, as confounded pedestrians hailed the yellow coaches in a feverish, collective effort, to escape the post meridian downpour.
The rescuing vehicles took flight, erubescent trails in their wake, like scattered rubies through blurred vision.
He turned to Lucy, peering through the same pane of liquid globules, and smiled.
She returned his cheer with a beaming ivory smile of her own.
“Benjamin!” she shouted.
He continued to smile, still submerged in the rainstorm.
Implode. Part XLIV – DK