An interesting decision to forgo the definite article and have the bluntness of the phrase:
Visually, the shorter lines one by one until there are only two, and then none, is highly effective.
In Britain I remember hearing what I thought was the sirens for a nuclear attack. Out of fear I realised I could do nothing in the ten or twenty minutes I had left.
The time was the very small hours between night and morning. I lived above a shop that I managed, and for the year I was there, I never heard the sirens ever again. Was it a misfire, perhaps from an antiquated factory? Who knows. I just know that appreciated the view over the Bristol docks with what I thought was one last time, and saw so many stars, like the backdrop here.
It was comical that I saw this, just one car on the street…
almost two wheels
the car squeezes around
the siren’s sound
Publication credits: Azami #54 (Japan, 1999)
As if from a B-movie horror or science fiction film.