I could not believe it! He just rammed into the back of my car!
He pulled around me and sped off. I gunned after him.
Rose riding shotgun saying, “Slow down Mom slow down.!”
“We have to get his license plate, quick find a pen!”
“Please Mom slow down!”
Almost there. He’s just ahead.
I call out the license number to Rose who scribbles it on the back of her hand.
Hit and run. I don’t think so, jerk I’ll get you!
My car trunk is flapping noisily up and down, I pull into a parking lot.
He’s long gone now.
But I got it! I got his license!
I call the police to report the accident and wait.
Rose sits quietly.
How do I explain to the police that I am now almost a full mile from where the accident happened.
I ‘fess up, I chased him. I am not proud.
An ambulance comes. I’m fine, a little sore but fine.
The EMT asks Rose if she wants to get checked over.
She agrees. “You’re okay right?”
“Yea Mom I’m fine.” Okay.
The police run the license in their system and tell me that it is an unregistered plate.
They won’t be able to find him.
But I’m not listening anymore.
Rose is sitting on the bumper of the ambulance.
They are checking her vitals. They are feeling her neck.
I’m getting cold and weak with regret. What have I done.
My baby, my heart, my Rose. The one I always profess is everything to me.
I walk away from the rambling officer.
Rose stands next to the ambulance, her arm in a sling,
Eyes searching mine. I walk to her silent, reach her.
But I don’t know if she is falling into my arms or I am falling into hers.