The last day.

Beyond the sound of the birds and the traffic, if you listen past the crickets and the trains, you can hear the screaming.

We are taken one by one. Sometimes we know it's coming. Sometimes it is least expected. A blown tire that causes a swerve that can't be controlled with the steering wheel or a blown valve that causes blood to turn into poison.

We'll meet Him or him and be led to our eternal homes.

Of course, we all pretend it will never happen to us. And we'll keep on thinking that until the scream we hear is the one coming from our own mouths.