Thread by @JoeAllenNewman

Late at night the scene from my long ago motorcycle accident replays in my head. I am lying on the hard, black pavement numb from head to toe from the impact. I am 15 years old.

There is a policeman and the driver of the car I hit looking down at me in the dark. The policeman ..

The policeman thinks he recognizes me and calls me by someone else’s name. He asks, ‘John, do you want me to tell your parents about this? (He meant to tell them how I died). I said, ‘No’.

The driver of the car says he can’t be inconvenienced by this any longer, and he must..

The driver said he must leave. The policeman tells the driver to be quiet and stay put until I am taken care of.

The ambulance collects me and we drive away with sirens and lights. Though I am numb I can feel broken parts rubbing together.

I wonder if the policeman..

I wonder if the policeman called John’s parents to break the news...