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raebearr
Grand Rapids
“Of course I was fine. Except as I started walking down the sidewalk, I watched a truck veer from its lane, flatten a stop sign, desperately try to slow, momentarily redirect itself, and then in spite of all the brakes on that monster, all the accompanying smoke and ear puncturing shrieks, it still barreled straight into me. Suddenly I understood what it meant to be weightless, flying through the air, no longer ruled by that happy dyad of gravity and mass until I was landing on the roof of a parked car, which turned out to be my car, a good fifteen feet away, hearing the thud but not actually feeling it. I even momentarily blacked out, but came to just in time to watch the truck still hurtling towards me until it was actually slamming into me, causing me to think, and you’re not going to believe this - “I can’t believe this asshole just totaled my fucking car! All of the cars on this street and he had to fucking trash mine!” even as all that steel was grinding into me, instantly pulverizing my legs, my pelvis, the metal from the grill wedging forward like kitchen knives, severing me from the waist down. People started screaming. Though not about me. Something to do with the truck. It was leaking all over the place. Gas. It had caught on fire. I was going to burn. Except it wasn’t gas. It was milk. Only there was no milk. There was no gas. No leaking either. There weren’t even any people. Certainly none who were screaming. And there sure as hell wasn’t any truck. I was alone. My street was empty. A tree fell on me. So heavy, it took a crane to lift it. Not even a crane could lift it. There are no trees on my block. This has got to stop. I have to go. I did go.”
intodust
SoCal
If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave the same impression of something beautiful, but annihilating.
cassiefiasco
Norfolk
I wish... for daily spontaneity and a taste of the curious - for rabbits to peek out from top hats and for awe-worthy, serendipitous encounters.
WordsofGold
Historic Oleander
BAKERSFIELD, CA
BAKERSFIELD, CA
creative type. loves Jane Austen, coffee, tea, blogs and all that...
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