He sped down the narrow avenue.
while speaking on a video call on his phone.
He got distracted and suddenly "wham"!
The phone fell down into the seat well.
All I heard was a groan that pushed out into a scream.
Something dead lay over his bonnet.
He picked up the phone aimed it at his face.
I could see the terror across it.
He swore it wasn't his fault.
Hysteria was fully dressed struck him heavy. It offered overwhelming pain and uncertainty.
Funeral in three days.
One he'd be absent from.
No reprieve from the mourning.
Of a life he had taken in one false moment.
Caught footage of the crash and death.
How could it happen?
Fragile times in a physical fragile world.
Where anyone can depart seldom without pain.
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