“It looks like it’s going to be raining like cats and dogs today, eh Bobby?” he questioned while looking towards the dark skies above. “Bit unusual for this time of the year, normally the sun’s just starting to come over those mountains way over there,” he pointed out in the distance beyond the city limits.
Little Bobby stared upward at the clouds looming above the city, “They look like mean clouds, daddy. I don’t like them!”
His father chuckled at the thought of clouds being mean, as if they could come down from the heavens and clobber them with big puffy fists. However, he decided anyway to take the slower way to work today so as not to make the trip any more frightening for his son considering that the rain was coming down rather hard. It also worked out in his favor because there happened to be a really great little restaurant along this route that he thought would be a great place to get some breakfast.
He checked the dashboard clock, he still had plenty of time to get stop and get some food before he would be late for work. He drove a little ways further before turning around in his seat to talk with his boy, “You still hungry, champ?”
“Umm….yeah, I’m pretty hu---”
Robert was dazed, his vision shot and a deafening ringing in his ears as he scrambled around trying to figure out what had happened. His brain felt scrambled, and he had a sharp pain below his abdomen which he forced himself to ignore as he searched for his son blindly.
Bobby laid motionless, aside from his breathing, in the backseat of the vehicle; blood streaked across his face where the shattered window had cut him. His breathing quick, short and not a steady rhythm as he laid there unconscious, he was lost in a dream and unaware that he and his father had just been in a horrible accident. He dreamed of playing with his toys on his bedroom floor and running around in the backyard while his mother smiled on at him.
Robert still fumbled around madly, as he slowly regained his sight he found his son. He tried to move but was wedged and couldn’t free himself of the wreckage. He pushed himself harder and harder to stretch his arm back there to reach him. He screamed in anger at himself, in anguish for his wife and son and in agony from the pain. He grabbed his son’s hand, they died together and both found heaven.
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