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.