On One Hand

June 28, 2005

The Accident

Filed under: Uncategorized — ononehand @ 1:50 am
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and after chaos comes the scene where I die. Passers-by stop to look, short moments of their busy lives paid in tribute to this stranger’s end of moments. The officer straddles the pavement fumbling for the receiver, wonders aloud to his colleague if they’ll have the street open in time for the afternoon rush. Reflected in the first-floor window of a high-rise is the white volvo with a dented hood, the shaken driver grinding his white knuckles between themselves as he hunches on the curb. He tries to recall his first thoughts when the body flashed in front of him, when next thing his windshield was shattered in his lap. From my sprawl on the street I catch his eyes glazed blankly toward the asphalt, his neck bruised here and there but his head and chest unscathed. I want to tell him I forgive him. The sky rolls back into the pavement as I relax my breathing. I ignore the blare of sirens rising down the street. Rapid streaks of white pull in to prick my eyes and I let them go.

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5 Comments »

  1. Nice.

    Comment by tempur_tempur — June 29, 2005 @ 10:57 pm | Reply

  2. i hope you’re ok! for whatever reason, it didn’t click the first time i read this. i feel really stupid, especially considering all of the accidents i’ve been in…

    Comment by bradfordneal — June 30, 2005 @ 2:42 pm | Reply

  3. If death is that easy to accept when your dieing then when I die I will want to go that easily. PS hope you didn’t really get into some kinda accident

    Comment by matraxis — June 30, 2005 @ 4:22 pm | Reply


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