crossing with the light
We have waited at the corner, ready to go one way, but go the other as
that light changes. It is a wide intersection and strangers are with us, against us, in a rush to get to either side as numbers flash in the countdown.
"Remember the last time you were here?"
I am watching my feet, stepping carefully over the grooves and the smooth rails of the streetcars.
"Not really," I answer honestly, head down.
"Yes. Some woman was hit by the streetcar. Killed. Her bag of groceries spilled."
Before she says more, I see the oranges, rolling, rolling.
- Category: True Stories Told As Fiction
- Tags: streetcar fatality
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Neville Hunt almost 8 years ago
It seems there are a lot of streetcar accidents occurring. Is this a personal experience, D.M.? Is this recent? Is this Toronto by any chance? It needs to be dealt with wherever it is. Streetcars sound dangerous. We don't have them in my village, just mad car drivers with death wishes for themselves and others.
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D.M. almost 8 years ago
Good guess, Neville! Recently visited a friend in Toronto. We didn't witness the
actual fatality years ago. I'd forgotten it. 'Seems there's a lot of jumpers with
their train systems however.
Thank you both.
