Barely remembering that it was she who was in the driver’s seat, she searched her purse for her lipstick. Flipping the rearview mirror away from its purpose, she turned her concentration to the mauve color that now graced her mouth. Without warning, she was slammed into the steering wheel and all went black.
The car in front of her was still spinning uncontrollably. When it came to its final resting place, he shook his head in fear and disbelief. Pulling himself back into reality, he surveyed himself in his mind from head to toe. I seem to be all there, he thought. Knowing that he could not open the driver’s door, he slid across the bench seat of his Chevy and still shaking, flung the door wide. As he stood in the road with others gawking in shock, he felt sheer terror at the site of the person slumped over the steering wheel of the car attached to his. Without thought, he ran over to her and ripped the woman from her car and laid her on her back on the cold concrete.
Eyes wide he looked at her innocent face. She couldn't be more than twenty. Beautiful ivory skin surrounded by thick red curls that seemed to be set ablaze by the morning sun. Though only seconds passed, it seemed eternities before she fluttered her lashes and opened emerald eyes that were glazed over with shock. Magenta streams of blood dripping through her cascading locks. Seth reached his hand down and touched her face.
“Are you OK?”, he managed to spit out.
Bending down on one knee, he reached into his jacket and revealed a white handkerchief. He began to blot the blood from her pale, satin forehead.
“I, I think so....” she muttered.
Laura Knight Antonelli/Copy Written 2007.