I remember it was late October, one of the first really foggy days of the season. The intersection was terrible. There were always accidents there. The city had needed to take out the four way stop and put in a light years ago.
I stood on the corner watching the various agencies go about their business. The police officers were redirecting traffic away from the intersection. Fortunately it was the weekend so there weren’t a lot of cars, but everyone had to be turned back and find another route.
I shivered and watched my breath form a fog in the air as I breathed out. The ambulance pulled into the intersection, but no one looked in a hurry to get out. That couldn’t be big news. The fire engines had been first on scene, and they hurried to help the driver of the car that had been hit. They must not have been successful.
My hands were shoved into my pockets but they never seemed to get any warmer. I looked over at the officer trying to calm the young girl who had run the stop sign. She hadn’t seen the sign and went right through, t-boning the other car right at the driver’s side. He never really had a chance.
After a few minutes I decided to get nosy. Everyone seemed pretty preoccupied with their tasks and I wanted a closer look. I tried to be nonchalant as I slowly moved into the intersection. The cars still looked basically fused together. The airbags had both deflated by this time, adding to the sad look of the scene.
I leaned over and looked into the car. My face didn’t have too many scratches. That was nice. At least there was still a chance for an open casket. I looked at how contorted my body was and wondered if the doctors would be able to salvage any organs. I had wanted to be an organ donor but I didn’t know if it would work out.
I sighed and stood up. There was nothing else to see for now. I knew I’d come back for the funeral, but I didn’t want to be there when my family arrive. I turned away and walked into the fog.