Little Lion Man
The rain was coming down harder than it had in a long time. It bounced and splattered off the hood of the steaming car. The water turned red as it followed the path of it’s brothers down the windshield and into the puddles of blood and water on the ground.
I’m going to die soon, the thought passed through her head and vanished before she could question it.
A sheet covered body lay in front of the car.
The radio was still on and the music was still flowing steadily from the speakers.
But it was not your fault, but mine…
“Fuck” She looked down at her hands. They were sticky with blood, the blood that wasn’t hers.
And it was your heart on the line…
A responder heard her and ran over.
“Ma’am, are you okay?”
She held up her red hands.
The man didn’t look at her hands, but at her stomach.
“Shit!” He waved over paramedics. “Can I get a gurney over here?”
I really fucked it up this time, didn’t I my dear?…