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. (
Offline) - Published: May 5th, 2026 05:13
- Category: Short story
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Comments2
A sad and traumatic interlude which was someone else’s curtain call. Deeply moved 🕊️🙏🏻
Thank you for the review.
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
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