The chill in the air sent
Me in for my blue Patagonia jacket
In my car
Delicate crystals don
My windshield
In time, heat
Dresses me
My commute, long
Devoid of scenery
James Taylor ensues
Comforts
Not far in familiar
Lights and sirens
Startle me
Hanging in suspense
I pray
To soon I pass her
The driver, ejected
On the bitter concrete
Eyes rolled back
Pink tennis shoes
A jacket with buttons
Like mine
A headless baby doll
An emptied purse
A crushed Coke can
Scattered around her
Like a crop circle
Driving in solace
Knowing she was someone’s
Wife, mother
Where was she going?
Where had she been?
We exist in
Moments
Breaths
A heart’s beat
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Author:
Katie B. (
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- Category: Short story
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A sad and traumatic interlude which was someone else’s curtain call. Deeply moved 🕊️🙏🏻
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Most welcome, Katie B🙏🏻🕊️
A tragic story that is graphic and filled with images evoking empathy for one that could have been us our mother or wife. Well written Katie
Thanks for the review.
You are most welcome Katie
Powerful Katie…the way it moves from something familiar and routine into a moment that changes the air completely. Those small details linger…because they carry so much of who she was. It leaves that quiet, heavy awareness behind. Powerful write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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Crop circle of a life. God. This is how fast it goes. Beautifully written!
Thank you for the great feedback.
Each moment we exist will never come again Katie so we must enjoy every one of them before they pass.
Andy
Yes! Thank you for the review.
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