Tiffany
Since Larry has an important meeting, I'm the one who has to go to little Larry's school for the Parent-Teacher conference. When the conference is done, I say goodbye to Larry and head home.
I make a bend and bring out my phone from my handbag. This part of town is usually free, which is why I like it. I scroll through my phone and enter Larry's school's social platform. Here, I think I can begin to slip into it and get the feel of it so I can be a better mother to him.
I hear a screeching sound the moment my fingers hover above little Larry's smiling face. It takes me a second too late to realize what's going on. I only feel the hit of a car against my right side and then a smashing sound like something hitting the ground with full force. The concrete is cold as I curl into a ball, the pain so unbearable it feels like someone is stuffing the life out of me. I groan long enough to forget what I'd been doing before the accident.
Someone yells, and a cool voice orders anyone to call 911. I can't keep my eyes open long enough to capture this twisted information, and when my eyes start to close, I feel someone touch my arm as if to wake me up, but I'm too far gone.
Slowly, I peel my eyes open, but the lights are blinding. I shut them back and pretend it's all a dream and that, by the time I wake, I'll be home in familiar territory. I can't remember the details of what happened, only that I feel pain.
How long have I been unconscious? Jeez!
"Are you awake?" someone asks nervously. "Are you alright?"