White Sheets

[Paige]

Remembering that motorcyclist without a helmet, you know the man that died. We sat in traffic for two hours trying to get to your appointment with the cancer doctor before we passed by the body, we were late. It, he was under the white sheet with its growing spot of wet blood, a bright red puddle and pale pink brains strewn across the highway. Shivers and instant sorrow, guilt and then the gladness that I hadn’t actually seen the accident and yes gladness that you sat beside me at that moment and were not the one on that cold dirty highway. Now on my way to work I pass that very spot where he stopped breathing, living, being and wonder at how many people drive over that spot as if it were nothing. That nothing of a dead man, his life, his death our hurry to live.

[Bob Clay]

As a biker who's lain on a few roads as a result of physics this finds the hole in the armour for me. Wow. (Maybe I'll slow down a bit in future).

[Scarlett Rose]

My whole body was shaking as I was reading this, seriously.. Far out Paige! This six is like a slap in the face - really powerful and heavy and blunt.
Wow, well done.

[Erin Cole]

Imagine if every spot in the road that watched a life fade were remembered with a cross - we would never get anywhere with a smile on our face. It is incredibly sad to lose loved ones, and have their place of death unnoticed, but as you mentioned, a blessing we didn't not see it, and if we focus too much on the past of those who've passed, we could never live the present. Great piece.

[Pamila Payne]

Heavy and personal and deep, honest and blunt. I had a similar experience with my kid brother in the car with me once, so you struck an extra chord for me.

[Ty Bluesmith]

very nice.

[John Wiswell]

Striking, Paige, especially in your conclusion.