An excerpt from my book, ‘Fragments of Fear Collection’.
“Is anyone here a doctor?” I cried, squeezing her neck as hard as I could, as blood still squirted out from between my fingers. “Please, anybody!”
A dozen people stood around on their cell phones, casting furtive glances in my direction as she bled to death. Three minutes later, two paramedics spent one minute working on my wife before telling me the words no one wants to hear, ‘I’m sorry.’
My world faded to black. The last thing I heard was, “Time of death, ten fifty-two.”
“Talk to me baby,” I pleaded in desperation. “Come on, you wanted to talk so bad, now’s the time.”
She gagged, trying to say something, but it only came out as a gurgle.
“Come on, stay with me.” I tried to hold my handkerchief on the wound, but it quickly filled with blood. Her eyes met mine for the last time, then closed forever.
“No! You open those eyes!” I screamed as other people got out of their cars and rushed over to see what had happened.
I opened my eyes, or at least I thought they were open. Everything was so blurry. I felt in front of me.
What is that? It feels like a flattened pillow.
Then it starts to come back to me.
Then the other thought hits me.
I look over and can see her outline.
“Can you find my glasses?”
She doesn’t answer.
“Sally, can you find my glasses?”
I see her moving. Suddenly my glasses are shoved onto my hand.
“You don’t have to be so rough,” I said, putting them on. “All I wanted … ”
The words died in my mouth. She was covered in blood.
“Oh my God! Can you move?”
She shook her head.
“Where’s your phone, I’ll call an ambulance.”
She pointed to her neck. The phone must’ve shattered on impact. I saw a large shard of glass sticking out of her neck. I had no idea how long I had been unconscious or how long she had been bleeding.
The little red sports car smashed into my front fender like he was in a demolition derby. I tried to keep control of the car, but at seventy miles an hour it just wasn’t happening.
You know how they say time slows down in an accident, well I think it sped up. The car hit me, my car skidded into the barrier, the airbags went off all within what felt like a second.
We never had a chance.
Was my final thought before my unscheduled nap.
“Are you even listening to me?” Sally said, as I checked my mirror.
“Yes, but this idiot in the red sports car keeps pushing me.”
“Then let him pass.”
“I’m trying, he just won’t.”
“I’m trying to tell you something important.”
“So you’re ready to listen?” Sally said.
“No, thank God this guy is passing me.”
She folded her arms across her chest.
“Why do I even bother? What’s it gonna take for you to … ”
The little red sports car’s front tire blew.
“That idiot’s gonna kill somebody,” I said, but she didn’t hear me.
“I said that idiot’s gonna kill somebody.”
“The guy behind us in the little red sports car. He keeps weaving in and out of traffic.”
“And that was important enough to interrupt my phone call?” she said in a huff.
“Okay, so now, as usual, I’m the bad guy and you have to go running to your sister or your friends and be on the phone for hours complaining about me.”
“Sorry, Ceilia, there’s an annoying gnat buzzing around, making it hard for me to hear,” she said into the phone.
“You were the one who started this. You wanted to talk. So turn that damn phone off and talk.”
She did turn … her head away from me and continue her phone conversation.
“I swear, one of these days you’re going to have that thing permanently attached.”
“Uh-huh,” I said in my road daze.
“Are you even listening?” she asked.
“That’s my point exactly. We’ve got all this time to talk and you clam up.”
“What do you want me to say? I’m driving.”
“That’s always your excuse. That’s been your excuse for the last twelve years. ‘I’m driving’, ‘I have to go to work’, ‘I’m tired’ there’s never any time for us to just talk.”
“I’m tired.” I grinned.
“Not funny. You know one of these days I might not be here for you to torment.”
But I was distracted and didn’t hear her.
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