It's almost eight o'clock. Noel cycles under the full moon, a promise to his grandmother in his heart. But Eva is angry, and three wannabe gangsters are on their way. A literary short story about the relentless intertwining of time, chance, and responsibility. How many blows until the moment of destiny?

There is a moon. There are dark clouds. There is a bench. A wooden bench. It has been standing here for over sixty years. It is a beautiful bench. There is no elderly man sitting on the bench. Instead, there is a young man. He has been sitting on this bench for six days. And when one life ends, another comes along from somewhere else.

An unfortunate coincidence. An unintended transmission. Look away. Ignore it. Everything should stay as it is.
But secretly, a new danger has been born. It spreads quickly, invisibly, and affects everyone. The poor, the rich, and those in between. It will show those with great power what power means and how little power they really have.

It has become quiet. There is hardly any street noise anymore; instead, you can hear the birds chirping a symphony. Add to that a blue sky and bright sunshine. At the same time, we wait for the numbers to explode and for the healthcare system, an important organ of society, to collapse. While waiting, we sometimes forget why we are waiting. Why we are working from home and suddenly have time for things we have been putting off all along. Why things are the way they are right now. A few seconds later, we remember the answer: because of the danger.