The accident wasn’t her fault, or was it? She sat there on the cold, hard bench, staring into the raging flames shooting into the abyss of the watercolor sky. She closed her eyes while retracing her steps, trying to reassure her doubt-ridden mind that it wasn’t her fault. It wasn’t her fault. It wasn’t, right?
One: She got out of Robin Elementary School at 2:30 in the afternoon
Two: She began walking home
Three: She saw a flock of crows circling above the peaceful park, she was intrigued
Four: She sat down on the park bench, soaking in the park’s beauty
Five: She heard traffic; disrupting the peace. She was mad. Furious
Six: Her eyes burned. Her hands turned red.
It was her fault.
It was her fault, wasn’t it?