Ninety-Nine

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A crumpled blue sedan on the side of the road.

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A minibus on its roof; paramedics attending to the wounded.

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The fifth image shows a body wrapped in silver. ‘PVA’ reads the tweet: pedestrian-vehicle accident.

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Image forty-three. The mangled wreck of a truck off a bridge.

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I know I shouldn’t view this litany of death and destruction on Twitter’s gruesome traffic accident accounts. I know I shouldn’t be looking for that bike.

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The fifty-ninth image scrolls off the screen to be replaced by a minor fender-bender. Sixty.

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Another pedestrian. Seventy-four.

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Fatality at an intersection. Eighty.

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An overloaded hatchback with unrestrained kids in the back. Eighty-eight.

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Ninety-nine. A white Honda CB1000R. A rare bike – just like the one I bought you before you threw me out the house, having gone through all my money. The bike is crumpled. Broken. Like our friendship. Like our ‘relationship’. 

“BIKER DOWN. Serious MVB on Douglas Road”

Right where we used to live.

Is it you?

Be careful what you wish for. The Universe is always listening.

© Dave Luis. All Rights Reserved.

‘Ninety-Nine’ is the second post in the third series of tandem blog posts written by a group of bloggers. We use one title, and each produce a unique written piece without having seen the others’ work. Click on the names to see what Scott, Nick, Sarah, Megan, Cath, James, Brett and Kerry have written on the topic of ‘Ninety-Nine’.

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14 thoughts on “Ninety-Nine

    1. I s’pose the piece should end with the words “true story” or include the pictures I found on Twitter on Tuesday. But that would make it more real, and right now, I’m content to let the vague not-knowningness of a universe doling out karma on my behalf be the status quo. For all the therapy and time, the anger and vitriol still runs deep. I am a long way off from forgiveness.

      1. Dave, dave, Dave. DAVE. Do you want me to find out? Do you want closure? I can do this for you. X

      2. No, that would make it feel like vengeance, and I am still grappling with the fact there is no need for justice here. The journey has to be to let go.

  1. Oh wow, Dave. Floored. Dali out of the house and back to the serious stuff but you DO write this so powerfully. Few words but ferociously used. Well done.

    And thankx, still reading through but some REALLY great pieces this time around.

    love brett fish

    1. This was by far the toughest title for the group, reading what we have all had to say about it – but it is by far my most favourite week, because of the beautiful words everyone pulled together. Shoo. Troopers, every last one of them!

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