23. The block was deafened by the crash.

woman imprisoned

The block was deafened by the crash. No sign language though, “Are you fucking blind? Can you drive, for Christ’s sake?!”

Venomous lava, spewing, the burning oil of the broken car on the smashed windows.

The man doing this, the man throwing fists in the air, the man whose car had been hit. The woman – no driver’s license? – fainted at the wheel, seat belt fastened.

“Call an ambulance!” The echo of one was rushing thither from many a block away.

It was all like an imposing winding staircase, the spiral of which depressed my impotence and inaction. Today a shiny magnolia flower blossomed in an early March morning; tomorrow a silent scream and a prayer would go up so that what we didn’t want to happen wouldn’t. I had the fragile soul. I was the chapters of a book read at full speed, fingers cut while turning the pages. I cleansed myself by going out and soiling my life.

My feet, in the blood and/or burning oil, slightly, pretending to get closer and help, stamped their print on the gray asphalt to say I had been there.

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