Short Story: Car Accident

I drifted off to sleep for a short moment and jolted back into consciousness. The darkening sky is tranquil and soft, and I find it beautiful to watch the last glimpses of mauve and crimson sink below the horizon beyond the soft, rolling mountains. In the car beside me is my husband, Gerard, directly behind me is my baby son, Joe. The smooth movement of the car is repetive and adds to my drowsiness. Soon …

…He begins to cry again, louder this time. Ignoring his cries, I turn to Gerard. A thick, red liquid oozes from his mouth. At first it doesn't register in my mind, but I soon realise it is blood. He is motionless and silent. I hear the shriek of a chainsaw above me. In the midst of this chaos I reach for Gerard's hand and held it softly. It would be the last time I could.