I write about my life and life itself seen through my eyes for who can write through the experiences of others if not their own?

Wednesday, April 04, 2012

Bystander

The accident had just happened.  A life had been lost while we rushed to our jobs the same way that she did seconds before she crossed the divider and ended up head on in the jaws of a larger vehicle.
Her arm in a pink sweater stuck out of the window of her car for the bystanders to see. The lane closed and the morning rush became a crawl. We all looked at our clocks as the minutes ticked by.  No one wants to be late even when a liveless body is no longer worried about time sheets and 8 hours shifts.

We, the bystanders, devoted a thought and maybe a prayer to the 51 year old preschool teacher before  calling the boss to alert him or her of our delay.

Her life ended. Ours  continued on the fast lane where she was once driving.