One Word Collision

One Word and Fiction in 58

I remember crossing the street.  That’s the last I remember.  I turned to wave goodbye one more time and he smiled the oddest smile. For that moment I focused on nothing else.  Voices speak as though I am not in the room, machines hum, things are done to me.  I catch whispers. Collision.  Coma.  Why was he smiling?

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