The Glistening Arc

A flat sheet of wet, black macadam reflecting a white sickle moon and the echoes of folding metal swallowed by the dark. Shatter glass buckling, a spider web glowing in the halo of fluorescent headlights.

The memory of a single cobweb, floating, lazy in the bleach of afternoon sunlight and a loop of spittle frozen against the dashboard. White teeth in a camera flash.

Potential and kinetic energy, stretched taut to the point of breaking. A glistening arc.