returning home
a reflection: could i have died tonight or at the very least, been severely injured?
just leaving work, i was in the middle of crossing the street when suddenly, i heard a loud honk and a screech of tires. for a moment, i stood shock still - a white car had been speeding down the road towards the bridge and almost ran through the red light and myself until a taxi cab blared its horn at it just in time. admittedly it was raining hard; the road may have been slippery but at the speed the woman had been driving, it was obvious she hadn't been concentrating. given the circumstances that she was partially through the intersection, i wouldn't have had time to even dodge the car and yet, here i am, sitting, alive and recalling the incident.
in morbid ways, i can almost imagine the shattering of glass, the screams, a heavy thud, the snap of bones, then rain pelting hard on blood slowly seeping from my dark hair and flowing down the street.
but instead here i am. thank you yellow cab & driver.
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