This story is loosely based on real-life events in a neighbourhood in my native Toronto. Names, ages and details have been altered but the story of loss is the same. My heart goes out to the family who lives this horror every day.
Note: Please be aware of the graphic nature of the content presented.
She stood graveside, wrapped in her husband’s arms, nothing but the rhythm of the falling rain to hide the painful beat of a broken heart and the stream of tears running down her face. Today marked their 7th birthday, Amir and Sunil, her precious twins cut down as they played peacefully in their own driveway.
Nine months had passed since a sixteen-year-old demon raced through the neighbourhood in Daddy’s Mercedez Benz; completely unaware of the precious lives surrounding him as he caught the curb at three times the limit, vaulting the steel monstrosity he commanded it into the afternoon air.
Rani witnessed the horror from the front step and now, like a reel on repeat, those final moments haunt her every time she pulls into the single-car driveway to a once vibrant home. Trapped in the only place they were alive and where they were taken from existence; unable to leave them behind despite the pain of staying.
Standing over the place where her precious twins lay locked in eternal sleep Rani vows they will not be forgotten, they did not leave this world without purpose.
Contains word prompt from
GirlieOnTheEdge’s Six Sentence Stories #206.
Date: 2022-04-03 | Word: Rhythm
Photo Credit: Unknown.
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😢 Poignant
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Such a tragic incident.
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It really is tragic and senseless no matter where it happens but seems to hit harder when close to home. The Toronto area is huge and I’d likely never cross paths with this family but you still feel something when you see them on the local news and it happens on a street that could just have easily been yours.
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Yes, it is painful to read or hear of these incidents.
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Tragic
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Oh, how desperately sad. Well-written though, Greg.
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May they find a way to forgive. Well written story.
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My heart aches for all of us who have lost a child or children. It’s a pain that never leaves.
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Thanks for the head’s up. That was, indeed, tragic–can imagine the car flipping, high speed, and murdering.
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No words for this sensitively-written piece
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Such a touching tale, I can’t begin to imagine how that must feel.
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Really tragic.
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You show how tragic and how this will never leave this family. I feel for them.
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The first sentence is an incredibly poignant one, Greg.
So many lives changed forever because of one person’s poor judgement. Such incredible heartache for those parents.
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