Two week later, a tragedy narrowly avoided
Dec. 5th, 2017 08:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elfsA few days ago, I wrote about a tragedy. A man was crossing from the commercial side of a main thoroughfare, near the neighborhood dive bar, over to the residential side. It was night, the street is poorly lit, he was wearing dark clothes, he was struck by a car and killed.
Tonight, as I was reaching the end of the very same stretch of road, and very nearly the same time at night, I had to swerve to avoid hitting another man, again wearing a dark grey overcoat over a black hoodie and dark trousers.
He stopped to look at me, then walked on as if nothing happened.
Grief.
I should have rolled down the window and shouted something like, "You idiot, a guy got killed right here two weeks ago crossing here! Carry a light, put on something bright, don't get dead!"
Should have. Didn't.
Tonight, as I was reaching the end of the very same stretch of road, and very nearly the same time at night, I had to swerve to avoid hitting another man, again wearing a dark grey overcoat over a black hoodie and dark trousers.
He stopped to look at me, then walked on as if nothing happened.
Grief.
I should have rolled down the window and shouted something like, "You idiot, a guy got killed right here two weeks ago crossing here! Carry a light, put on something bright, don't get dead!"
Should have. Didn't.
