while over correcting the car began to tip. Frantic Keith
tried to do little corrections to his steering praying to gain
control. Every person in the car was holding their breath, hoping
for the best until the car began to flip off of its wheels, this is
when everyone began to scream; Kathy’s was more blood curdling than
anyone else’s. All bracing their hands onto the roof as the car
spun off of its wheels, the far tip of the driver’s side of the
hood was the first to make contact with the ground and then the
roof. The roof not only slammed into the road beneath it but
bounced off and back down three or four times as the cars rocketed
forward grinding and sliding across the pavement. Sliding
erratically until hitting a pot hole sending the car back up into
the air this time having the passenger side roof make contact with
the ground since it was not the side heading forward leading the
car to roll, flip and jump up from time to time until it slammed
into the side of the building, bouncing off and coming to a
standstill a few feet away from the wall. Glass was smashed and
flung throughout the car, the car resembled a crumpled up beer can
that was then ejected onto the city streets. They were all hanging
from their seat belts, Keith and Tom were out cold and Kathy was
screaming, kicking and thrashing about trying to get loose from her
suspended prison that was her seatbelt. John could feel the warm
blood running down his face unsure of how bad it was, but he was
too preoccupied with trying to calm down Kathy who was about to
lose her mind out of fear.
Calming himself down enough to get his wits
about him, he reached down and picked up a glass shard and began to
use it to cut the seatbelt that held him fast. It was not a quick
cut he had to hold the glass firm and taking little knicks out of
the belt at a time, while feeling it also cut into his flesh, but
he was more worried about Kathy; he was saying anything that he
could think of to calm her down and was trying to keep her from
hurting herself any more than she had already done. As soon as he
got through the belt he fell head first into what was the roof of
the call slicing himself up a bit with the glass that was scattered
all along the ceiling of the car. He rolled himself around so he
could now see her and see that gas was leaking out of the hood. He
could smell the fire and the gas and knew he had only a short time.
He reached out with his hand reaching for Kathy’s saying:” Hold on
baby bird all is going to be,” he reached his hand out for hers and
right as he clasped finger tips and was getting ready to say,
“fine.” He felt someone grab a hold of his ankle ripping him out of
the car and flinging him in the direction of some dumpsters. As his
back slammed up against the dumpsters a woman out of some god
unseen place appeared in front of him shielding the back of his
head with the palm of her and as he slammed into the dumpster and
as the car exploded placed her other hand against the dumpster
pushing back against the blast, with John’s face fully in her warm
bosom, he could feel her pushing back as they and the dumpster
propelled back and slammed up against the wall, five feet behind
them. She leaned back removing John’s face from the safe haven that
was her chest. At this moment he could see her eyes for the first
time frightened and shaken John knew that he belonged to this
woman. She kissed his head and vanished without a trace.
John started to settle down as Galechka kept
saying: “shush, shush it’s going to be o.k. Shush,” she kissed his
head and cheek pleading, “please calm down, I am here now.” She
could feel her feeling for him growing and this frightened her more
than anything. John went back into a sound sleep and she laid her
head on his chest listening to his heart beat as he slept.
Rebirth?
A few days had gone by and Galechka was
beginning to wonder if he was ever going to come to. She would only
leave his side at times