Sunday, May 16, 2010

Collision

No warning.

The night breathed peace.

Shattered.

Lights flared over the hill.

Grew.

With a scream, the forms collided.

Silence.

We gathered around the wreck.

Uncomprehending.

Our shoes soaked in a puddle.

Blood.

Someone found the baby.

Howling.

Every phone called for help.

Please.

A whisper came from the overturned vehicle.

Horrified.

"It's my fault. It's all my fault."

Sobs.

I bent to console her.

Lying.

I spoke, but we both heard something else.

Truth.

"It's my fault. I killed her."

Them.

The couple had been beautiful.

Dead.

We tried to console her.

Tried.

She was chained to truth.

Forever.

3 comments:

Elphaba said...

This sounds like an episode of NCIS that was on last night...


ahem...


Now, to focus on constructive criticism, that was well-done. I liked how every other line was only one word.

Reogan said...

Thank you.

Elphaba said...

You are welcome.