Distraction

Danger had loitered on a street corner that day. It had awaited the collapse of slate clouds, hard rain, and the thump of half-past five. It had awaited her arrival, stiletto-heeled. She’d stepped in the road, whilst struggling to open her umbrella; oblivious to the car approaching the corner at high speed. Metal had struck her legs, forced her body to collapse, and her head to hit concrete. She had laid in a grey sea, as ambulance crew, police, and strangers watched her; like she had been a newly erected sculpture. Voices had asked her questions, prompted answers; but she’d been too stunned to reply. She’d only been capable of crossing her fingers; of praying with her trembling heart, for the chance to see long corridors, fluorescent lights and fresh grapes.

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17 thoughts on “Distraction

  1. ghostinthewalls says:

    The absolute poetry of the last line is exquisite…! ~ Bill

  2. Karin says:

    Really feeling this – I had a similar encounter with a vehicle. You’ve captured it completely.

  3. Paulie says:

    Excellent writing my love.xx

  4. The last line left me in awe. Perfection!

  5. Morbid Insanity says:

    Wow, that’s very good, girl!

  6. Eanstranger says:

    The beauty of fresh grapes. Spherical. Shine. Crunch. Liquid sweetness.
    I guess there would be light at the end of the corridor, and a vineyard of heaven.
    Hypnotic last line.

  7. I like the way in which you leave the outcome somewhat vague, with the reader being left uncertain as to whether the lady will survive. She hopes to see hospitals, grapes etc but we no not whether she will make it through. Kevin

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