22 — Ghost

You think you can be so certain. Master of your own destiny. At the wheel. Then another piece moves onto the chess board, you have new perspectives.

I look out from what was going to be my final move, my swan song, and see a city so vast and sprawling. A ghost city. Silence. Nothing stirs. Just the flickering of the sun off the windows give it illusion of life.

Sitting on the bomb, I decide I have another move left in me.