Her scream dissipated in a mere second, like my warm breath against the frigid windshield.
I could see her cell phone blinking like a beacon for help as I staggered from my vehicle and rushed to the smoldering wreckage. The rain was thick as I pried the door open, pulling her mangled body out and onto my lap.
Our tears mixed, chilled in the eye of the torrential storm.
That was my birthday. The day I blew out my candles. The day I drank one too many, and the day she died in my arms.
How can I justify her existence?
I wanted to read more…!
This is mysterious, elegantly written in so few words. I’d like the beginning! And the end! I guess like Cat, I’d like to read more.