By Lisa Lerma Weber
Driving home through the mountains, we passed a fatal accident, the mangled remains of a car scattered across the serpentine road. Three bodies lay tucked under plastic yellow blankets. A policeman directed traffic around the debris field, and every car in front of me progressed slowly. We had all become participants in a funeral procession. The laughter and loud singing that filled my car minutes before had dissipated, leaving a heavy silence to fill the void. I lost my passengers to their own thoughts, and I wondered if they too had noticed the shoeless foot uncovered, and exposed to the sun.
Love the last detail. Powerful image.
Vivid moment! Minus the foot image, most have experienced this one time or another, so we’re in the car too and therefore can relate.
Good writing! I felt that one. 🙁
Dry powerful.
So real, so shocking, so sobering are such incidents.