Everything changed. In an instant, my love was gone.
The bus stop
was just a bench. We were waiting for
the 151 to the Palisades.
The argument
was stupid. Meaningless. Insignificant. The same old thing. My love wanted me to move away from my mother
and come live with her.
But I
couldn’t leave. My mother was too
fragile, too dependent on me.
What did I
know about fragility?
She huffed
away from me, standing by the curb of the road, yelling at me to man up and
break free.
Neither of
us heard the truck. The truck that was
heading to the curb too fast.
I saw
nothing until I heard the smack of her body against the oncoming truck.
At first,
she seemed stuck to its front, as if glued down somehow. But that horrible image, forever ingrained in
my mind, in reality only lasted milliseconds.
Then she
flew through the air, at least twenty feet, landing harshly on the concrete,
twisted like a rag doll.
It happened
in an instant. I would give anything for
that instant not to have occurred.
Instead, it
will haunt me forever.
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