An old incomplete writing I found...

You know how sometimes you go through old notebooks and find half a story that was never finished? This is one of those but what was there is pretty good in my opinion. What do you think?

Accident

Time was a curse, twisting the moment into an eternity of pain. The car with the drunk man gaping in horror, the child an innocent casualty to a lonely man's escape, unknowingly coming closer to symbolistic legend by the second. 

The screaming from both tires and the child's mother who would momentarily be rendered stark, raving mad. The father ignorant to his ability to handle such tragedy until the moment his body, unconscious, hit the ground.

We watched horrified, helpless, all wishing for that miracle the TV shows and movies make you believe. Such naivete making these moments so much worse. Impact, devastation, lunacy. We stood in line each heart falling like stones off a bridge. Weak knees giving out on some of us. Anguish escaping like demonic screams from our throats. Tears melted the world before our faces.

We searched the details, glancing back to each others faces with the hope that another saw positive resolution. Smearing our eyes with sleeves and knuckles. Vainly believing that our unstoppable tears obscured from us that everything was OK. That somehow God himself had plucked the boy from certain death.

Despite all the years we had forsaken any faith, these brief seconds made us deserve intervention. God, however, had not appeared in the manner our fairytales had promised....