The screech of car tires quick turn of wheel still hitting a little form that broke upon the steel and lay in a small bundle staining the road red...
"I sa..sa..saw her too late," was all the drunk driver said.
Another drink for the road was too many that day a small precious child would never again play; for the parents - no answers only these words instead ...
"I sa..sa..saw her too late," was all the drunk driver said. |