fiona
"fiona?"
the voice is a whisper, and the pain is so terrible that she sees stars, so she closes her eyes until it fades. she can't remember what happened... was she driving?
she looks over to the passenger side, and... the tree is smashed against it, and...
elijah.
no, no, no, elijah, elijah, elijah.
his entire right side is crushed against the door, and his hand is extended out to hers, but not touching. he was so close. he had tried to get her attention.
he almost made it...
she could have done something...
her nightmare has been a reality.
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the recovery project [2]
Short Storyit does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop.