She looks at the horrific wreckage as she sits on the side of the city street. Tears rolling down cheek, her eyes closing, re-opening, closing, trying to perceive the picture that has been right in front of her. This was no nightmare; this was a reality she could no longer grasp hold of. She cried and cried, as if it would help. It did not—it would not. There was no turning back. It was she that caused one life to be lost, and nothing would ever be the same.
2 comments:
I like this. Your voice in this piece is very defined.
Good job. This is very good.
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