Monday, September 15, 2008

One Winter's Night on US 75 South.

He stood to one side, watching, as the man strained against the medics, his eyes wide and shocky as they struggled to hold square-foot patches of gauze against his side.
Later, he would come to know that this look was for the dying, this life would be lost before the ambulance even moved. Though he was still young and didn’t recognize the look, he knew upon examining the car and noting the line of blood and shit that ran from the front along the driver’s side to the back fender that this man would die.
A few minutes later he would learn that the man had been picking up his dead dog from the road when he had been hit.

2 comments:

Maria said...

Well, now. THAT picture is gonna stick...

Flesh and Bones said...

:-(