I remember arriving home one day, and for some reason the slide projector in my head was clacking away, frame after frame projected against the white screen of my mind. Clic-Clack steam rising from the obliterated front end of what was a speeding Mustang just one minute ago, only barely visible on this moonlit night. Clic-Clack the crumpled body of the driver of the Mustang, now mangled in the crushed front end of the Minivan that he had just struck head on. Clic-Clack looking down the dark roadway at the darker lifeless body of what must have been the passenger in the Mustang, ejected through the windscreen like the driver, but who sailed past the minivan instead. Clic-Clack closer now to the body on the roadway, legs crumpled, torso scrunched up with shoulders inclined down as if the head were kissing the ground, but something a little funny about that. Clic-Clack closer now from the side of the body on the roadway - sweet Jesus fucking Christ - the shoulders and neck inclined into the roadway, but you cant bury your head in asphalt, where in the name of Christ is your head? Clic-Clack looking up toward the side of the darkened road, and seeing the small, round, black form sitting on the shoulder.....oh fuck, I could feel the heave in my gut, and I just started puking right there......
"David, have you heard one word of what Rudi has been saying?" It was Katherine, pissed of course.
"Oh, sorry! What was that Rudi?"
"I was asking... I was just asking if you wanted to play spies with me daddy. You can be spy number two, and I will be spy number one"
"Spies! ok little guy, lets go play spies. But why can't I be spy number one?"
Clic-Clack.........Clic-Clack........Clic-Clac.......it was muted somewhat now, but the slideshow continued relentlessly.
"David, have you heard one word of what Rudi has been saying?" It was Katherine, pissed of course.
"Oh, sorry! What was that Rudi?"
"I was asking... I was just asking if you wanted to play spies with me daddy. You can be spy number two, and I will be spy number one"
"Spies! ok little guy, lets go play spies. But why can't I be spy number one?"
Clic-Clack.........Clic-Clack........Clic-Clac.......it was muted somewhat now, but the slideshow continued relentlessly.
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These are good blog postings, David. I'm glad you've been able to write them down - for yourself, but also because I only know of a few of these events you've been involved in. You are a good writer and really capture the scene and emotions of those involved. Keep me on the list - you know where to find me! S.
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