Forever Young
A radio blares over the excitement of the onlooking
crowd. It is nights like this I curse my job. The
sirens are heard approaching in the near distance,
echoing in the crisp night air. A mass of metal lies
lifeless, only moments before the night sky was still.
Moving quickly and instinctively I position myself
along the side of the young driver in the blue sedan.
His injuries need immediate attention. My voice is
gentle. Everything around me seems to move so slowly
as I look into his handsome face. I talk
continuously. He is awake so I ask him questions,
overlapping them with stories and adding words of
encouragement and reassurance for both of us.
I later learned of the young man's death. He died
from complications caused by his injuries. I think
about him a lot. Funny, the song my mind recalls
blaring was "Forever Young".
Heather Boyd
