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The dispatch had said it was bad, but he'd seen 'bad' before. A 'bad' accident usually meant a 3-car pileup and traffic clogging the already crowded streets for miles in any direction. Maybe someone would get hurt, but the low speeds generally meant that it was a fender-bender and a couple of cases of whiplash. You heard about the accidents where people got killed sometimes – mostly during the snows, and out closer to the bridges during bad weather. But this was downtown. In broad daylight. And it was ugly. The sedan had looked like a wrecking ball had tried to take out the entire driver's side. The door was dangerously concave from wh

Her back was pressed to the earth, solid and infinite beneath her.  Stretching her limbs, she allowed herself to grow from it, fingers and toes forming roots and digging into the cool soil. She recalled her teachings: that this earth had borne her ancestors, everything that had lived and ever would.  It was both Mother and Father to them all, Giver and Teacher. She had known these things as well as she knew her own name, but always her heart called her to the skies. Prying her fingers out of the soil, she outstretched her hands to the ink black above sprinkled with countless of points of light. She closed her hand into a fist, dreaming in th

I stepped into the November chill, squinting against the light of the sun. The world appeared alien to me, shrouded by the fog that had settled in my mind. My hands and neck throbbed from a day of leaning over hundreds of small signs, folding them and filing them away. After eight hours of "lather, rinse, repeat", my protesting body wanted only sleep. Thank God it was over, at least for this week. I ducked underneath the yellow diamond sign, dropping off of the painted curb and into the street, taking awkward strides to my car. I stopped at the driver's side door, noting the dark rings that circled my eyes in the window's reflection. I sighe

He thumbed the zipper of the camera bag's top compartment, his thoughts drifting back to the hit. The weather had been a vision, and the wedding fit to match. They had even given in to his suggestion of the perfect beachside location for their photos…secluded and nearing sunset with the bioluminescence of the jellyfish sparkling like stars upon the sea, guiding them into their future as one. It was tragically romantic. The hitman carefully nestled a lens into one of the red padded compartments and sighed. It was a damned shame that the groom had fallen upon so many enemies; they were a young and lovely couple, and he hated to end the