Monday, March 17, 2014

Flash 15: Just Another Teenage Tragedy

Just Another Teenage Tragedy
K.L. Pickett

Harsh angry words. She slams the door. 

He leaps to his car; the engine roars. 

Bald tires squeal. Gravel spews.

Chickens scatter; dog leaps aside. 

Dirt road turns to two-lane black top. 

Black top turns to four-lane concrete. 

Concrete turns to six-lane freeway.

As anger rages – his speed increases. 

Sixty. Seventy. Eighty-five. Ninety.

Cell phone rings. 

“I’m sorry.”

“Me, too.”

“Come back.”

“I’m on my way.”

Too late. Eyes strayed. Soft shoulder.

Wheels slide. Guardrail smacks. Car flips.

Cell phone rings again. No answer. Never will be.

Just another teenage tragedy. 

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cleemckenzie said...

Nicely paced and tragic. Check "strayed." Only past tense verb. Rest great.

Cellophane Queen said...

We're told repeatedly to not use our cell phones while driving. Some people only learn the hard way.

Leona~Author said...

A sad story that happens way too often.