In the sky, pale lights flicker under the cover of the clouds, scattered in sacred geometry. On the ground, they’re lined up in rows, following the grids of the city, the levels of the buildings. They’re part of the Design.
Earnest drives his taxi and tries not to see it. He tries not to see the way even the rain drops have a beat to them. He tries not to hear the way even the sirens come in patterns.
A woman hails him and he pulls over. She climbs into the back seat and smiles at him. Her eyes glow like nebulae.
“You can feel it, can’t you?” She shakes her head. “I’m sorry.”
His grip tightens on the wheel.
“You need to drive,” she whispers. “They’ll be coming for you.”
And in a window, he sees a man with shadows for a face looking down at him.
Word Count: 148
This is for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Thanks to Priceless Joy for running the challenge and Pamela S. Canepa for providing the prompt photo!