This is a car crash. It’s happening right now. A collision in progress. Metal folding and bending, glass slow-motion bursting, bodies swaying in their seats.
And the thing is you see it with perfect clarity, high-def to the max. You watch in fascination as the air bag blooms in front of you, a time-lapse explosion expanding toward your face as you lean forward to meet it.
Something else. A heaviness. In the region of your chest. A tug in your neck that isn’t quite pain but soon will be. A sound, a soft exhalation but really a scream in the midst of being born. From the backseat. Ten A.U.’s behind you.
Any moment now it will all come rushing in, a cacophony of distress, a wall of noise and sensations. Someone, maybe even you, might be in the midst of dying.
On the threshold of an instant. The law-defying lip of an event horizon. Falling…and forever suspended mere petaseconds away from nothing at all.
(A tune-up of sorts, the equivalent of a pianist cracking his knuckles. No pre-planning, just put fingers to keyboard and see where it takes me. Some of my best stuff comes through this process. It requires a leap of faith…and a willingness to fail. I like “Accident” and welcome your thoughts on this modest example of “automatic” writing. If you’d like too see more of my short-short prose, go to the “Rarities” page and check out some of the work I’ve posted there…)
* Also, be sure to have a look at my latest post on RedRoom where I talk about nearly taking my stupid head off New Year’s Day. And the important object lesson I drew from the experience.