The Accident ~ Abigail and the Wind Wolf, part 1

He was there beside the road
Must have been hit by a truck or something
Meat and muck

Abigail was shaking
She hadn’t hit him
But she almost had
Didn’t see him as she came around the curve
Just suddenly. . .
Suddenly he was there

Probably her antilock brakes
Kept her from killing herself
But the car was going to need an alignment

A wolf
A mass of blood and feathers
Because she was crying
And screaming

“NO! NO! . . . “
Over and over
She tried to drag him away from the road
Maybe if she could get him in the car

He recoiled from her touch
The great gaping holes in his sides
The glistening wet spots

“Let me help!

Hurt dogs try to bite you
Why hadn’t he tried to bite her?

“I cannot name your Gods
How could they cast you down like this
To die among strangers?”

His great souled eye fixed on her
His breath calmed a bit
The eye closed and he became still

“Please let me help you.”
Her voice the color of a child’s prayer

And she prayed
As only desperate women can pry
She got a blanket under him
She discovered the feathers were from his wings
In a nightmare of guilt and pain
She got him into the car

He was still breathing
When at last she got him to her home

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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