Collision

True, although brief recounting of last February. I am still not back to work yet.

I smile as Joanne complains about her day.

The light turns green and I hit the gas.

A blur to my right, bang, crunch.

The car shakes like an amusement ride.

I gasp for breath as the smoke clears.

My leg feels strange.

That stranger has taken a year from my life, yet I endure.