Between Memories and Faces
Point
ahead. I regret not staying at the Heathman tonight. Driving in these conditions is madness. I didn't even brin
with this storm, I wouldn't have been able to fly anyway. Why the hell did
t the glass, but they're not fast enough to clear the water that's blocking my vision. I squint, and suddenly, I see something c
roat. Did I hit an animal? But... what if it wasn't? Who in th
s. The icy wind hits my face like a thousand needles. Using my phone's flashlight, I sear
a figure lying on the aspha
. I hit
hat if I
I kneel beside her and shine the light on her face. Her features are delicate, her p
I really
ning. I press my fingers to h
e-weak, b
nster. She's not some disposable object. I gently lift her into my arms. She's
back seat of my car. I need t
l. Her skin is soft, and on a strange impulse, I stroke her cheek. My fingers bru
the wheel, and program the G
don't want her cond
the hospital. Minutes feel like hours until
on't care. I carry the woman in my arms. Every ste
I shout, my voi
hes with a conc
appened
where, I couldn't stop in time..
th me, q
ently lay the woman down. The nur
to know if she's
or. Do you know the
N
s and starts
her as Mrs. Lucci," I bl
ell did I
ntion back to the woman. I feel like an idio
ething. She's soaked," I say,
et a bl
ree or four. Her b
Lucci. We'll take
me. I head to the bathroom, quickly changing, trying not to th
umming my fingers. Two terrible coffees later
spent the whole damn night in this hospital. No
to make a scene,
h a young woman who
leap up. "
She only has a mi
washing over me l
I see
rse. Fo
ven more beautiful up close, with her brown hair spread across the pillow.
ell is wro
kness-but with her, it feels different
esmerized, watc
reeze. Her eyes are deep blue, so intense they take my
gnoring the strange
rs, trying to sit
. Don't strain yours
rts..." she
respond, a do
awake. How are
ad hur
k a hit." He steps clos
ame i
it su
ur last
eyes distant. "I don't remember anythin
her like that. I sp
ucci,"
she asks,
ife. I'm André Lu