Ripples
Randolph heard a thud before realizing he’d been struck.
Lying there, he felt the last of his life draining away until the last drop was
gone.
The speeding car never stopped. Never paused. The woman
driving was too last in her own pain over a lover now gone.
Her little care plunged into the turn far too fast. It slid
from the road, careened down the steep embankment, and smashed against a tree
before stopping. She died smiling.
(The above image was lifted from National Geographic's Photo Of The Day site. Click the image to follow it home. :-) )
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