Heat-Haze Days

He smiles. I reach out to him, my mouth open with a silent scream and time speeds up. The giant truck slams into him and his blood flies everywhere. On the ground, on the sign beside me, the truck, and all over the front of my shirt and jeans. The smell of cooper and metallic invade my nose. My hands, covered in scarlet, come up to my mouth and it mixes with my tears.