The crescent moon hung low in the sky. Its soft light shone on the rooftops of Brooklyn. Stars shone faintly through the fog. The air was tinged with gray. Every water droplet hung in the sky. Waiting. The occasional tree bowed this way and that. The fog drifted. The wind howled. The rain fell.
“Mommy, can we go see the movie Fantasia after Daddy drives us home?”
“Okay, Billy.”
“Ooo, we could take Mary too right?”
“Sure, after she gets better from her cold.”
I looked behind the seat at Billy laughing happily, his pale blue eyes feasting at the view. Laura smiled at Billy, holding his small hand in her own. Her beautiful mouth curved up as the corners of hermsapphire eyes crinkled. Laura lifted her eyes to look at me and …show more content…
Thanks Dad!” I chuckled and turned around to see through the rain. Lightning flashed, struck a tree, and the tree’s shadow reverberated in my eyes. Billy cowered in Laura’s arm while she soothingly calmed him. I blinked my eyes rapidly, trying to clear the silhouette. The sudden light still blinded me, so I moved my hand to rub my eyes when my arm knocked into the steering wheel, tipping it over. The car careened to the right as I grabbed the wheel and turned left furiously. The two back wheels slid into a puddle and the back of the car hit a lamppost. My head slammed into the side of the car. Then, …show more content…
I need you to stay here okay?” He nodded and I dove back into the car to find Laura.
“Laura… Laura? Where are you… Laura?” I ran into the car to see her collapsed on the seats. Blood was dripping from her head and pooling onto the car floor. I cradled her head in my arms, not caring that blood was all over my clothes.
“Laura? Can you hear me? I’m Roger! Can you hear me?” She didn’t move at all. I slowed moved my arm to her neck, feeling for a pulse, even the slightest rhythm. But there was none. My hand dropped as I stared in shock at my beautiful wife who was dead. Dead. Her large blue eyes covered in a glassy wan. Tears welled in my eyes as I stooped over, shaking.
“Dad? How is Mom?” Billy asked quietly. I couldn’t answer. I couldn’t stop staring at her. Her dull eyes were unfocused, looking straight through me, into the sky. Her hands, now icy cold, unmoving by her sides. Her mouth relaxed, curved downwards as if even after death, she was still in pain. Then I realized, I killed my wife and injured my son. I killed
“Mommy, can we go see the movie Fantasia after Daddy drives us home?”
“Okay, Billy.”
“Ooo, we could take Mary too right?”
“Sure, after she gets better from her cold.”
I looked behind the seat at Billy laughing happily, his pale blue eyes feasting at the view. Laura smiled at Billy, holding his small hand in her own. Her beautiful mouth curved up as the corners of hermsapphire eyes crinkled. Laura lifted her eyes to look at me and …show more content…
Thanks Dad!” I chuckled and turned around to see through the rain. Lightning flashed, struck a tree, and the tree’s shadow reverberated in my eyes. Billy cowered in Laura’s arm while she soothingly calmed him. I blinked my eyes rapidly, trying to clear the silhouette. The sudden light still blinded me, so I moved my hand to rub my eyes when my arm knocked into the steering wheel, tipping it over. The car careened to the right as I grabbed the wheel and turned left furiously. The two back wheels slid into a puddle and the back of the car hit a lamppost. My head slammed into the side of the car. Then, …show more content…
I need you to stay here okay?” He nodded and I dove back into the car to find Laura.
“Laura… Laura? Where are you… Laura?” I ran into the car to see her collapsed on the seats. Blood was dripping from her head and pooling onto the car floor. I cradled her head in my arms, not caring that blood was all over my clothes.
“Laura? Can you hear me? I’m Roger! Can you hear me?” She didn’t move at all. I slowed moved my arm to her neck, feeling for a pulse, even the slightest rhythm. But there was none. My hand dropped as I stared in shock at my beautiful wife who was dead. Dead. Her large blue eyes covered in a glassy wan. Tears welled in my eyes as I stooped over, shaking.
“Dad? How is Mom?” Billy asked quietly. I couldn’t answer. I couldn’t stop staring at her. Her dull eyes were unfocused, looking straight through me, into the sky. Her hands, now icy cold, unmoving by her sides. Her mouth relaxed, curved downwards as if even after death, she was still in pain. Then I realized, I killed my wife and injured my son. I killed