Post by Avery Miles III on Sept 22, 2017 10:11:30 GMT -5
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Location: Dry Branch, GA
Avery Miles III was standing at the corner of two busy roads. It was an intersection that he could find himself driving through on a daily basis. It was one of a few ways in town to Macon, about a twenty five minute drive from home. It was a state route that often carrier semi-trucks and plenty of passenger vehicles going to or from somewhere. This particular day, it was foggy. The sun was not entirely up, it must have been early. Avery begins to walk towards the intersection, unsure as to why he was here.
Horns blare as they speed by. The intersection was controlled by a stop sign on one road, with none on the other. It was hard enough to get people to slow down, and there was no way semi-trucks would be able to stop in this middle of nowhere intersection going fifty miles per hour. And then he saw it. An old, red C10 pickup. It was early 70s. He recognized it because his dad had given it to him for his sixteenth birthday.
It was Zoe driving the car. She was on her way home. She pulled out slowly, looking down traffic in both directions. He warned her to be careful and avoid that intersection. The transmission slipped, and she was far from an expert driving a manual. She eased up, and looked. There was a clearing as she attempted to cross. She got going as she made it across the first of four lanes. Down the road barreling at her was an eighteen wheeler. It was coming right for her as she got across the second lane. Only two left.
Avery: Come on, Zoe. Come on.
Avery said to himself. He was a helpless bystander. No matter how hard he could run or how loud he could yell, it was not enough. She begins to get over the third lane and she stalls it out. The transmission slipped.
Avery: Come on, Zoe. Come on.
The horn blared of the semi-truck as he hit the brakes. She was at a dead stop in the middle of the third and fourth lanes. Traffic was coming the other way, and the truck driver could not veer off into those lanes. He blared his horn again and then it was like time crept to an unnerving motion. Avery saw the impact. The minute the four wheeler skidded across the pavement slamming right into the old truck. It nearly buckled as it skidded with the truck for a few seconds before flipping into the air.
Avery: NOOOO!!!
Avery yelled and ran, but got nowhere.
Avery was not there for Zoe when she was hit and killed. He was not there when their unborn son was killed. She has just learned that she was pregnant, and they were getting ready for a dinner that night in which she would tell him the big news. He had not known until the accident report. Two lives were lost that day as Avery falls to his knees.
Voice: Avery… hey, Avery! Wake up. Avery! Please, wake up.
A shaking motion as Avery quickly wakes up for him dream. He sits up, shaken up and confused.
Avery: Wha- what? Where am-
Voice: Ave! Hey. It’s me. Serenity. You okay?
He looks around confused. It was all a dream. His mind manufactured what has happened. He read the accident report. He listened to the police, and knew the general story. He was out at a wrestling event as this had gone on. She insisted to go into town alone, as she wanted to confirm with the doctor and surprise him. Instead, that was the day that changed everything. It would change things, both for the good and for the bad. Almost two years later, he was finding himself finally happy again.
Avery looks over to the other side of his bed.
Avery: Serenity?
Serenity: Yeah. I am right here, Ave. You have a bad dream, babe? Are you okay?
She reaches out and feels his arm, he was sweating like crazy.
Avery: More like a nightmare. Yeah.
He exhaled, deeply.
Avery: No.
He shook hish head no on the pillow, and looked over at her.
Avery: Just lay here with me.
They both just laid there until they both fell asleep.
