NINETY-TWO

October, the previous year

It was night. Dark.

There was still screaming.

Her body was shaking from the impact. She was winded, confused. There was a pain in her neck from where it had whipped forward. Now everything had stopped. The lorry seemed to have become a part of their car. Fused itself to the front passenger section. Then she saw something in the footwell. A dark liquid pooling. With a shock she realized it was blood. She could smell it now. She reeled and felt herself gag. She was going to be sick.

Then she heard the sirens.

Later, she always asked herself the same questions. What had gone through his mind when the lorry hit them? Was he scared? Did he feel the impact? What was it like for him when he died?