The Lights Hand
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A short story! The crash was the last thing I could recall. My movie seemed to be on a dramatic pause for the audience. I was driving to work thinking of my day when a car hit the side of my car causing everything to shatter, including me. The last thing I could remember was taking the lights 'hand'. The light takes me through the good and bad times through my past life, like when I met my ex and the last time I saw him. The memories I should have valued and the ones I did. My 'friend', the light gives me an option, what shall I choose?
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