Forget

This was originally for a challenge to write a piece of poetry/prose alphabetically with a 100 word limit. This is 174 words, and I couldn't cut it. Alas, I am proud of it in a dark, twisted way, so I published it.

A squeal of tires.

Blue lights, red lights, amber lights.

Car crash scene.

Death, visible.

Everyone, bloodied.

Forget the scene, forget the scene.

"Get help! Someone get help!" Passersby yell.

Help came too late?

I tell myself, "Forget the scene, forget the scene."

Just seconds too late, seconds.

Killed by a steering wheel.

Lacerated by glass.

Mom, daughter, sister, best friend? This woman was something to someone.

Nurse, boyfriend, son, student? This man had a life.

Open wounds.

Police investigate.

"Quick to die," they say. "Virtually painless," they assure.

Running through my mind, "Forget the scene, forget the scene."

Say so long to the future of these innocents.

The truck driver, now accidental killer, steps out.

"Unbelievable. I never meant to.." he falters.

Very understandable, his confusion, frustration, anger, fear.

"Why me? Why them?" he falls to his knees.

Xanthoriatic, unable to find a job other than trucking, surely losing this gig.

"You.. She.. I..?" the driver yammers. Forget the scene, forget the scene.

Zeal, innocence, job- lost. Forget the scene, forget the scene.