The smoking wreck at the bottom of the ravine had been burning
for an hour when I arrived.
I fell to my knees on the road above, between the two broken
ends of the fence that had failed to stop the car going over, while a cop stood
near me, ready to step in if I looked to do something stupid.
Too many emotions and thoughts flowed through my head.
Sorrow, obviously, that was an obvious one. Anger she’d been taken from me, regret
too perhaps…
I decided to act shell-shocked from grief. They all seem to
buy it, thankfully.
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