Spring Death

Spring seems like life so I wanted to write a story about a death in the spring. It's only a paragraph, but oh well. :) Enjoy

Sitting on the empty road with nowhere to go, you close your eyes and listen.  The breeze blows your hair back and you inhale.  The air tastes and smells like spring.  Opening your eyes, the world jumps to life.  Pink, purple, orange, and yellow flowers beginning to bloom are painted everywhere in the bright green grass.  You are so consumed by the beauty that you don't hear the car.  You don't see it; Your back is turned.  A horn jolts you out of your daze.  You spin, not realizing it's already too late as you run to the edge of the road.  You blink, but your eyes do not open again.

Reviews

[Mark D]

I enjoyed this short write. I liked the concept.From this I take that someone is just "waking up" for the year and taking in the first smells and sounds of spring. They could be full of hope, ambition or anticipation for the "more beautiful" months of the year but this is cut short. It would perhaps seem like a peaceful way to go if it wasn't for the second that the realise their fate! Thanks for sharing...

Mark