Fatality

Three hours before dawn

on Interstate Seventy-Five,

a nineteen-vehicle pileup

killed ten people, and

sent eighteen to the hospital.

Twelve passenger vehicles and

seven semi-trailer rigs collided.

It looked like the end of the world.

Wreckage, burned and twisted,

stretched for a mile along

the high-traffic transit route

down the middle of the state.

Smoke, fog, and darkness.

People were crying.

People were screaming.

It was a tragedy.

  

These multi-car pileups often happen in the pre-dawn hours, when fog has rolled in reducing visibility. These stories are always hard to read. So many people, many of them on their way to work, lose their lives .

I hope for a happier story tomorrow.

© 2012 Catherine Giordano

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