Your Final Day by Raymond A. Foss
A day not unlike today pulling me back in time to that fateful day before the call from the state police
Nor’ Easter, cold and urgent gripped the state, the region cold relentless snow, fell or hurtled to the earth covering in feet, not mere inches
Schools and work gave way giving in to the force of the storm the fury of its blast, before the freezing rain fell, on all too cleared roads layer on layer it fell, coating everything bare in black ice
A tired man, after a long night at his work, finished project a day on the slopes, car trouble after one last run
Down the interstate he flew, tired and unaware, to his destiny that night on the black ice
February 14, 2007 17:10
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