trail verb \ˈtrāl\
3: to move, flow, or extend slowly in thin streams
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I had the audacity to signal ‘goodbye’ with the wave of a raised palm. I watched, dispassionate at my actions, hearten by the sequence of events about to unfurl.
From the space at my feet the glimmering rainbowed stream trailed out; made a tacky ribbon of fume and fluid.
Tyres crunched gravel and clouded dust as distance was coursed.
Taking from my pocket the final gift from my misplaced father, I studied the cold titanium design of the flaming sword. Like Uriel I was to be guardian, to banish from this earthly paradise the unjust.
With the flick of my gloved thumb I brought warmth to the titanium through its sparked flame.
I raised my eyes, still dispassionate, and tipped the flame and housing from my hand. I heard the crackle of a well marked landing, the roar as fire consumed its trail of fuel.
I turned away, walked away without even a flinch as moments later the silence was broken by the blast.
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