(this is a true story, I witnessed this while driving to work several years ago)
I saw papers flying into the air, a small explosion
like a defunct roman candle, not a bottle rocket
up into the air about 10 feet, then scattered around by the wind
onto the curb, onto the median, onto the hot, Florida concrete
like shards of nothing
quick red lights forced closely to my front bumper
a woman, yelling and running from the fruit stand across the street
I got out, walked around the vehicle in front
The bottom corner of the windshield cracked in a soft ball sized circle
with dirty strips of brownish, black hair stuck between the cracks Continue reading “Harold, my first experience with real death”
