It was a monstrous mistake
The earth mover mounted the middle barriers and mowed down the Nissan Micra
Five minutes later and all would have ended well.
Instead her bloodied hands on the steering wheel, airbags inflated windscreen broken
Laughter lost amidst the debris of a terrible double tragedy.
Can I buy you a drink you look like you need one
She laughed nervously as he set the glass in front of her,
His needs left her glassy eyed and lost at sea
Five minutes later and it would have been someone else at the bar, someone else he would have warmed his hands on
Her soul would have been free.
© Alison Jean Hankinson