Lay In The Reins
5:45 am.
BANG.
A single scream.
I hopped out of bed to the sounds of metal meeting metal. I was up, staring down at a black truck and little white car entangled in the early morning fog. A man steps down from a truck, holding his head and reaching into his pocket. Nobody steps out of the little white car.
I heard someone die yesterday morning.
BANG.
A single scream.
I hopped out of bed to the sounds of metal meeting metal. I was up, staring down at a black truck and little white car entangled in the early morning fog. A man steps down from a truck, holding his head and reaching into his pocket. Nobody steps out of the little white car.
I heard someone die yesterday morning.
posted by Geoff at 1:05 AM
2 Comments:
oh my goodness, are you alright, that is a lot to take in?
Surprisingly I'm doing well. Quite numb to it all really, I thought writing about it might bring something out of me, but...
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