1.
I read the newspaper while my 1950's wife prepares my runny egg and toast breakfast. It's morning, I am in my business suit, grey with my red tie, neatly shaved, reading the paper. I read about a bus crash that kills 11 people. I find it unnerving. I rustle the paper and my wife laughingly asks why I read such things if they upset me. I laugh, drink some coffee, and agree. I watch our kids running off to school and enjoy the sun coming through the yellow curtains. It's good.
2.
I stand by the side of the road, my long, brown hair blowing in my violet eyes. I remember the vision of the people who died on the bus. 11 souls wiped out in an instant. I know it will happen, it has before. Don't know where though or what to do about it. I see my light yellow dress blowing in the wind. I don't know where the accident will happen, but I know why. I'm calm. This always happens.
3.
I'm on a bus. There are 22 people on board. 11 on each side. I am on the left. I'm uneasy. Something isn't right. I know I have to get off but I don't because... because...because. I run my hand through my short, black, spikey hair. I shuffle my yellow bag. I never take the bus. Why did I?
4.
I walk along the walk way. The wind blows in my hair, light brown, long strands over green eyes. I walk but I'm watching the road. The bus calls my attention, I don't know why. Those cars, the white and the red, they're driving too fast. The red stops. The white doesn't. It plows into the red car, and ramps up and over it, smashing in the roof as it does so. It flies with grace towards the bus. It slices through the soft side of the yellow bus like warm, melted butter. You can see it opening like a can of sardines, there's twisted metal, twisted people. One side is safe, suprised. The other side pulverized. There is screaming and crying. I'm not surprised. Not even a little.
5.
I'm 5 years old, a little girl of the early 1900's. Everything is in sepia tones. It's all yellow. My dress, my hair, my world. I bend to smell a buttercup. Then lift my head, look about, drop my head and cry.
