Monday, August 22, 2011


She gets to the side of the road, steps off the kerb and stands. Her bare feet flat against the black heated surface.
Then, quietly, she starts praying. She doesn't have her hands clasped and her eyes aren't closed, but she's praying.
And she's saying that one line over, and over, and over again-
"Please let the next one hit me. Please."

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