The Accident

The sun was barely starting to set, and it was almost seven o'clock. I hummed a little as I drove, going quickly because I knew that Arista hated to be left alone. When I pulled up in front of the local arts center she was already outside, carefully holding the sack that contained her leotard and dance shoes. I opened the door for her as she ran towards the car.

"Hi, honey," I greeted her, but put a hand to my forehead suddenly as I felt a sharp pain. Arista lept into the back seat as gracefully as a little lamb, and I marveled for the millionth time at her young beauty. She had my blue eyes, although hers were bright and full of life, and Sarah's long golden hair and creamy skin.

"Daddy!" She bubbled excitedly. "Do you wanna hear a joke? Miss Opal taught us a joke today while we were dancing! What did one ballet shoe say to the other?"

She answered the question herself without pausing, and I half-listened to her excited chatter as I drove. But I felt another pang it my head, and began to feel dizzy. Wanting to get home as fast as possible, I increased my speed and ran a red light. We were about five blocks from home when Arista stopped chattering and said, almost with fear...

"Daddy! We are going very fast!"

It was just then that the other car swerved in front of me, it's headlights flashing as I lost control of the wheel. I remember the screech of breaks, Arista's frightened scream, and the horrible wave of nausea...

...there was a burst of red light, it seemed...

...I heard a terrible crunching sound...

...I heard Arista's frightened cries stop suddenly, as if someone had pressed pause on a recording...

...Then there was a spinning sensation...

And then there was nothing, nothing except the blackness.

The End

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