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A January Tuesday


The scream ceased after sixty-seven seconds. The memory of it went on forever for all those that heard it.

The precise moment it began her life ended. As she watched her only child rise up into the air. Like the weightless astronaut he dreamt of being.

Those dreams ended then with the dull thud that shattered the windscreen. The thud they all relived over and over. If only she hadn't shouted for him to hurry up. If just once she'd let him be late. Then her thoughts turned to sobs and she crumpled in a heap on the pavement.

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    Drew Martyn over 2 years ago

    Omg that is so, so powerful and hard-hitting. I think "the weightless astronaut he dreamt of being" works astoundingly well, both as a vivid image and in making the boy much more real. Once again a superb drabble.

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    Lisa Williams over 2 years ago

    Thank you, as ever X

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    Neville Hunt over 2 years ago

    I voted, but I couldn't think of anything to say as I was shocked, possibly for the reason below. As Drew says, it's really powerful. I imagine it in horrific slo-mo. I had an experience of being in a car that hit a child on a main road. I will never know how the child survived. The driver who had picked me up as a hitch-hiker was in pieces. I had to reassure him all the way up north that it wasn't his fault and that the child was OK. I'd forgotten the incident; now I will have to drabble it to get over it again.

    A savage, but very moving drabble, Lisa

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    Lisa Williams over 2 years ago

    Thanks Nev & yes words help heal X

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