GENRE: Literary Fiction
They say accidents change you. It was still too early for Addy to tell if that was true, but she did realize one thing in the hours after it happened – that the only difference between a stranger and an acquaintance is an introduction.
That realization made her think about the little boy who’d been sitting behind her on the bus, kicking her seat, when it happened.
It made her think about the teenaged girl who’d been sitting across from her, listening to music on her headphones way too loud. Addy could hear the beat, but not the words, and she found herself tapping her foot, trying to guess what song was playing.
It was that realization that made her pray none of those strangers died in the accident.
Addy looked up as a police officer came into her hospital room and introduced himself. Her head was pounding and she didn’t hear his name. He sat down next to her, his pen poised over his clipboard. “Tell me what you remember,” he said.
Addy pulled the sheets up to her neck, even though she wasn’t cold. Her father told her they were guessing the accident was weather-related. A freak April snowstorm – the kind people are in denial about so they drive as if it’s spring-like weather. Her account of what happened was just a formality. “I…I don’t remember anything,” she said.
“Nothing at all?”
Addy shook her head. The truth was, she remembered everything.