suddenly...

by

Emma - Louise Braiden

I crumpled - mouth dry
Centre of attention
Focus of questioning
Was I alright?

I'm fine
The Glass crackled under me
I sat, I stood
I became another me -
She took over
Professional yet plesant
Details were exchanged
Amazement expressed
Calls were made - not my phone
Procedure to follow
Now we wait
I see her face
As if her first-born had died
Me
With clutching grasp
We stood
Darkness emphasised the flashes
Blue - red - blue - red - blue
Yellow of the streetlamp
So much glass
Am I ok?

I'm fine
But how...?
With tearing metal
My car is pulled free
Gaping hole
Exposes more glass
Glass in my shoes
On my clothes - my hair?
Are you alright?

Just a bit sore.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Time
by: Tim Perry
from: Chicago, IL, US

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