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#WritcoRapidPrompt1
Write a short story from your past that involves light or darkness in some way.
When I was 17, I was a fresh faced junior in high school who had just joined a volunteer fire department. That day, I stood outside goofing around with my friends and then suddenly responsed to a horrible car wreck that happened right outside of my view across the street, resulting in 2 casualties... it's somewhat difficult to remember the entire event but I do know for certain that was the first time I had ever seen a dead body with my own two a sheet draped haphazardly over a shapeless Mass and a bloody sock poking out from one end...
The aforementioned drivers and passengers of said vehicles were a police officer in his cruiser and 2 women and 2 children in a four-door light blue car that was so mangled I couldn't tell you the make or model.
I discovered later the police officer was chasing a man (dark-skinned black man in the middle of the Bible belt in rural Missouri) who had been accused of running out on a hotel bill, the anxious girl boy cop T-Boned the other car at nearly 100 mph...instantly, not just killing, but decapitating the driver and passenger, and sending the two small children flying from the car into a ultimately pointless helicopter ride to hospitals in St. Louis...it was an utter horror show... and apparently the man being chased had actually committed no crime whatsoever...
Afterward, when I had finished shaking from adrenaline and putting the jaws of life and the spreader back on the main fire engine, I rejoined my friends. I assumed they were joking at the time when they called me a hero, because both then and now I never espoused myself to be any such thing. However, many years later their opinion of me on that day has, if anything, grown to be more heroic and I find that to be both extremely ironic but also quite endearing...
Years later, I oddly found myself living in the apartment directly beside where this accident occurred with my then doting and loving 2nd wife...the green, metal electrical box sat no...
Write a short story from your past that involves light or darkness in some way.
When I was 17, I was a fresh faced junior in high school who had just joined a volunteer fire department. That day, I stood outside goofing around with my friends and then suddenly responsed to a horrible car wreck that happened right outside of my view across the street, resulting in 2 casualties... it's somewhat difficult to remember the entire event but I do know for certain that was the first time I had ever seen a dead body with my own two a sheet draped haphazardly over a shapeless Mass and a bloody sock poking out from one end...
The aforementioned drivers and passengers of said vehicles were a police officer in his cruiser and 2 women and 2 children in a four-door light blue car that was so mangled I couldn't tell you the make or model.
I discovered later the police officer was chasing a man (dark-skinned black man in the middle of the Bible belt in rural Missouri) who had been accused of running out on a hotel bill, the anxious girl boy cop T-Boned the other car at nearly 100 mph...instantly, not just killing, but decapitating the driver and passenger, and sending the two small children flying from the car into a ultimately pointless helicopter ride to hospitals in St. Louis...it was an utter horror show... and apparently the man being chased had actually committed no crime whatsoever...
Afterward, when I had finished shaking from adrenaline and putting the jaws of life and the spreader back on the main fire engine, I rejoined my friends. I assumed they were joking at the time when they called me a hero, because both then and now I never espoused myself to be any such thing. However, many years later their opinion of me on that day has, if anything, grown to be more heroic and I find that to be both extremely ironic but also quite endearing...
Years later, I oddly found myself living in the apartment directly beside where this accident occurred with my then doting and loving 2nd wife...the green, metal electrical box sat no...
