A hard-damaged car on a forest road. A man sitting on the driver’s side. Squeaky breathing. The car door mauled, turned inwards—its edge into the side of his body. The mobile phone beeps. He gets mad. Seconds go. Beep. Clenches his jaw, waits for it now. Beep. Blood runs out of his mouth. His vision is blurring little by little. As it is beeping now he turns fast and looks down at it, in hate:
“upload complete”
The picture: Car window open. The wind in his hair. Playful pouty lips.
His fierce stare at it, soon got tired.