Jay Griffin

Unfortunate Fortune

I'm in shock. I must be. That's the only explanation I can come up with right now. I can't move, I can't speak, I'm just staring at the blood all over me. The blood soaking through my beige t-shirt, the scarlet droplets running down my white shoes, and the streaks that now stained my arm and hands red. I can't even comprehend what the officer is saying. All I kept thinking about is how I had never seen so much blood or heard the crunch of a body being hit by a car then colliding into the street pavement. I could see the chaos ensuing around me but I couldn't hear any of it. Have I gone deaf? I thought to myself. Sirens flailed while paramedics, officers, and bystanders gazed at the horrific scene before them. Two investigators were talking to hysterically crying, women. What the poor woman didn't know is the man she thought she killed with her car was already dying upon impact.