Saturday, I passed a bus-Moped accident just as the first police car arrived. I could tell myself the man was just profoundly unconscious. It was a vanishingly small chance, but it was something to tell myself. I simply thank any and all powers of good that I had left Thomas at home while I ran out for some food.
Today was a motorcycle accident at a major intersection. There was an ambulance, but I know what I saw was a sheet-draped body wearing jeans.
I live a sheltered life, I know it. Before this week the only other dead person I had even seen was my grandfather, and that was at the viewing before the funeral.
I gawk at accidents. I try not to, if only to keep from slowing traffic. But, ye gods, is this what I have been trying to see?