The Flip-flops Flew

They were walking hand in hand down the street. It was a rather cold day and you could tell that they did not have a good financial situation. He was wearing a short sleeve shirt, cotton dress up pants and she was wearing a short sleeve dress; on their feet blue flip-flops and pink flip-flops. They might have felt the cold weather hit their bare body parts but on their faces broad smiles; happy souls hand in hand.

Flip-flop they went it seemed as if we were on the same pace which meant that traffic was pretty heavy. Suddenly the light turned red and my car came to a halt. In front of my car they continued on their way crossing the street.

All of a sudden there was a loud screeching sound, a thump and the two pairs of flip-flops flew across my window shield. A feeling from my gut crept up to my throat and I let out a loud scream. They had been hit, as they were happily crossing, by a car whose driver had not seen that the light had turned red. Their bodies flew to one side while their flip-flops flew in the opposite direction.

As a witness, I got out of my car to see what I could do to help. Everyone was on their  cell phones trying to call for help. I picked up their flip-flops and laid them near their bodies. I could not bear to look at them and perhaps this scene while stay in my mind for a long time. However, I would rather remember them as I had seen them happily walking hand in hand on a cold and busy day.

Written: June 20, 2016 Todos os direitos reservados a Meire Marion

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