It was a cold winter’s night.
The birds nestled in the trees with the occasional chirp of a baby bird
The night owl was quiet that night
Even the crickets seemed to have taken a vacation.
Then we all heard it
All of us
The silent birds
The dogs cuddled up on the couch
Even the cat lying on my pillow
First there was skidding
And then loud screeching
Followed by a piercing scream.
We all ran out to the living room window
You could see the lights going on in the neighbours’ houses
The children’s breathing fogging the windows
It was Mr. Walter’s car
The old blue Volvo
It skid right into the transformer
The silence was deafening
Everyone was still
It was as though we were waiting for a signal.
A cry for help
A door to open.
Anything to make us all rush out to them.
And then we all heard it
A soft prolonged moan
Followed by a scream
Two loud gunshots
And we all exchnaged glances
As though we could read each other’s thoughts.
We would wait it out.
Maybe they’ll make it out
Maybe they won’t.
That was what happened inside Mr. Walter’s car.
~ Poems & Stories ~