late for work. late for life

catefrances

standing on the lonely overpass he looks down
watching all the cars whizz past beneath him
he can see his broken body lying in its jus of blood and other bodily fluids
he can see strangers approach on horror wondering why
some angry cause this thoughtless person has ruined their day
not to mention the damage hes done to their precious vehicles
a young girl comes up by her fathers side, he steps in front of her to hide the view
she pushes past him and kneels beside the shattered head of a boy not much older than her
what has our world become when this is the answer to an unheard question.
she touches her fingers to the blood and closes her hand in fist around this spent force.
a horn sounds behind him and he shakes himself back into the present
he looks down again and sees on the verge yellow flowers struggling for life
he holds his hand out, closes it into a fist and says to himself, one more day. not today. one more day

justam

This makes a good mini-tale.

(btw, I just noticed your new signature! )