Fantasy Eight: Hit and Run

Fantasy Eight: Hit and Run

You engage in that ridiculous inner city, cock walk behavior. You walk straight out into a street with no regard for traffic or the fact emerging from between two cars makes you hard to see and evade. You do this without pause or checking because, 'Damn straight, you better stop, bitch!' 

Not today.

The thump thump, thump thump in repeat alerts the driver of the Daimler Freightliner (semi-truck) that something indeed had been run over as they look up from their GPS. But, they are temporarily lost in this dirty, ugly part of whatever city this is currently interrupting GPS signal. This was meant to be a get off the highway and get back on that went awry.  A quick glance in the side mirror reveals nothing.

"Sorry dog, or cat or squirrel", they think. "I'm running late. It was probably a damn pothole anyway"

Cock-a-doodle-do, mutha fucka.

A Song:

 A Quote:  There is no one way to recover and heal from any trauma. Each survivor chooses their own path or stumbles across it. (Matthew, Behind Enemy Lines)

 A Recipe:  protein. healthy carbs. healthy fats.

Today, have the fucking ice cream.