My face feels warm and wet, my head like a bowling ball. A hand offers my purse, but when I try to get it, my arm won't move. "Honey, can you move?" "Don't move her!" "What's your name?" "What a shame, so young." "Poor thing." "Not a thing we can do without a doctor." "Help is on the way, honey - can you hear me?" I'm in a vacuum and then, suddenly, an explosion of noise. The Toyota: swerving, speeding up, bucking me off. Me: wondering if I left dishes in the sink, my journals out.
The Toyota: dragging me along on its grille.
Me: hearing a THWUNK, feeling my body crumble.
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