Street Stains

15 Jan

The Spill

A story in 420

Shoes, wallets and helmets littered the road and two people lay on the dirty summer asphalt, one crying and writhing in broken pain, the other showing no movement except for the blood spilling out of his ears, his nose and his mouth, an unstoppable rhythmic sort of spilling directed by the ever-slowing pulse; a pulse that should have been feeding that very blood into a system of working organs but was now pushing the redness of life out of that 16 year-old body, soaking his clothes, staining the street.

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4 Responses to “Street Stains”

  1. Patty Kingsley January 15, 2012 at 6:21 pm #

    O Patricia….did you see this…I see it now…the grief.


    • Patricia DeWit January 15, 2012 at 10:51 pm #

      Yes, 22 years ago and still the image is clear.

  2. mj monaghan January 17, 2012 at 3:22 am #

    Wow, that’s a crazy scene! One I hope I never witness.

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