Dec 3, 2019
Your eyes glaze over me. I wait for a protest but all you do is slip from your seat and out the car. The door slamming shut is the only indicator of your emotions. Ahead of me, the broken headlight makes you look even more like a figment of my imagination. A woman in white crossing the lonely night roads in search of company. You bend over the motionless deer and touch it face. It’s black eyes glittered when the headlights had struck, a glint of excitement then twisted into realization. Forever passed in the moment when its body fell and I slammed on the breaks. The deer never moved before the car hit, and it doesn’t move when you touch it.
