Keep it Light

I pull into the garage, brain dripping with gasoline fumes. I don’t remember driving home. One of these days I’m going to walk into the house and the news guy on TV will be reporting a hit-and-run that just happened downtown. The camera will show blood and broken glass on the sidewalk. A reporter will interview a sobbing woman who saw the accident in front of the department store on Bartlett Street. I’ll have a funny taste in my mouth because I’ll be holding a shopping bag from that store in my hand. I will run back to the garage and find the dead body of a woman stuck in my windshield, blood everywhere.
This kind of thing can happen.