Hey, it’s Ellie.

The other day I was walking home from school and it was the most perfect day I had ever seen. The world was so irrevocably peaceful, it caught me off guard. It made me feel okay for a split second. Actually, it made me feel so good that I stopped walking and breathed for a minute. I should have kept walking though. I moved my eyes from the sky to the road as the cars passed heavily in spurts of one or four or six. Then it happened. This frog was there, moving slowly toward me but avoiding the traffic by a landslide. It was a familiar path for him. He didn’t dodge the vehicles, just avoided them instinctively like he had a million times before. Until the last second. That blue four door didn’t even exist until it ran over my subject and left him there still, his body mangled and destroyed. Ripped open by a hot piece of black rubber. He was right at my feet. Exploded into a wet torn pile resembling feces from an ill animal. The air smelled fresh and I was staring at crushed lungs that breathed only a moment before. I walked away. Leaving the mess in the street, for more cars to run over and over. Separating the pieces along the bumpy road, until the skin would be indiscernible from the cement below. I turned my head and walked away. Biting my teeth until my clenched jaw became sore. I wanted to bleed, but instead relaxed my muscles, and wondered where the line existed between elation and the inevitable death.