Some Sunny Day

by Jeff Baker


My steaming blood pools through the glare on the icy road.
"Is he alive?"
Shallow, ragged breathing. Wet.
"Barely."
"Where's the ambulance?"
"It won't matter."
Cold.
"He should have slowed down."
So very cold.
"Wonder what he's thinking?"
A long sigh escapes bruised lips.
"Doesn't matter now."
Tell my wife I love her very much.