The grass under me stabs gently through my shirt as I bleed on it. The EMT hovering over me shakes his head. I should have worn my seatbelt.
It's a perfect day. The sun shines through sporadic cloud-cover, painting wide shadows on the bright concrete. I've never seen the trees greener. Cool gusts breeze across my face, balancing the warmth of the sun.
The grass under me stabs gently through my shirt as I bleed on it. The EMT hovering over me shakes his head. I should have worn my seatbelt.
Tyler
30/5/2016 05:23:45 pm
Poignant! Great counterpoint for so few words. Comments are closed.
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