By J. A. Knight
When he was hit by the bus and the stars exploded in his eyes and his sternum splintered into the thirty-seven pieces that everybody said no one could fit together again, he was sent spinning out into the air like a clumsy projectile, a crooked dart in loose clothing.
And when he crashed and skidded across the hot pavement that July, and the beautiful woman screamed and covered her face, he did not feel what he was supposed to feel, the pain and the tearing, although he witnessed the whole catastrophe through the yellow-ringed eye of a sparrow poised for flight.
Beautifully written.
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I concur with “beautifully written.” This story reads almost like a poem. Very, very good!
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Absolutely, a poem. Beautiful rhythm to the piece which is practically a song.
Thank you for such an encouraging response! Cheers.
I like the unexpected point of view change and the yellow-ringed eye. Energetic flow.
That last line–wow.