I’m from the bad old days when kids rode bicycles without helmets or parents.
Two neighborhood kids got creamed by a pickup truck. As a coincidence my family drove past the scene shortly afterwards and I’ll never forget the surreal color of blood soaking through the sheets covering their bodies. I’m really glad I didn’t know it was my friends when I saw it.
I’m from the bad old days when kids rode bicycles without helmets or parents.
Two neighborhood kids got creamed by a pickup truck. As a coincidence my family drove past the scene shortly afterwards and I’ll never forget the surreal color of blood soaking through the sheets covering their bodies. I’m really glad I didn’t know it was my friends when I saw it.