At Least She Didn't Have To Suffer

The steering wheel pivorted slowly to the right.
His hands firmly gripped it's material.
His thoughts taking cover;
In the old 40's Jazz music initiating from the radio
Delving deep into his mind-
Washing out the memories still fresh in his mental view.
He'd had another bad day at work.
Arguing with his superior authority,
And being humiliated by his collegues.
But the family of a four year old little girl;
Was about to have a far worse experience.

As his fingers danced in time to the beat,
He didn't notice the little girl; dancing across the street.

She was only four when she died.
Knocked down unexpectedly.

At least she didn't suffer.

Author's Note

This is different to my normal type of writing. Thank you for reading and reviewing, I'm always open to constructive critism. Thank you.

Reviews

[Cool Handless Luke]

A bad day for all around. What I get from it is that the little things at work that we take so seriously, when put in perspective, are just that....little things. Sadly, is a tragedy like this that usually opens are eyes.

[Alone In A Crowd]

Thank you for your review.

[Gobinder Singh Dhindsa]

Lovely writing. Keep it up. Do u read mine to Time and Anguish

[Alone In A Crowd]

Thank you and I've just looked at your poems. They're great- very emotional. Keep up the good work, well done.

[Gobinder Singh Dhindsa]

Welcome