I watched her as the sky turned dark. Even our impending doom didn’t stray my mind from wishing I knew her and she me. If anything it made it the urge stronger. All eyes in view were pointed in the sky, but mine stayed on her. My other minds are screaming for me to snap back to the current reality and concentrate on the situation. Stop clouding our mind with this pointless voyeur! My other minds don’t come close to distracting me. It took a dark shadow engulfing my moment’s love to snap me out of the trance. The shadow got dense and smaller. Something is falling. Look up damnit! My minds push me out to reality. A cross falling from the elaborate church’s highest point is about the fall onto the woman and ten other people. Catholics. I found myself already gripping a pole. My hand was waiting for my mind to react, no doubt. The pole was heavy with concrete on one end and a bulk of metal on the other. Parking Meter. I swung the meter at the morbid symbol of life ironically about to kill the most beautiful person I have ever seen. With the swing loan coins fall off of the pipe landing in the pile of rubble and coins already left from plucking it like a flower from the sidewalk. The meter pins the cross to the side of the church outside wall. I sigh in relief, but not without knowing the next moments of life are going to be a struggle for survival. The object that darkened the sky, the pod like structures shooting from it will be the opposition of the struggle for mine and the people of this city’s lives.