The Accident, by Sheila Ash

I’d known something was wrong
even before opening the door.

There was a formality to his stance
hat politely in hand
buttons glistening in the rain.
Shivered goosebumps on my skin.

The uniform told its story before his words.
In the chill, my heart lagged a beat
behind the snore of night.
The world slumbered, unawares.