Walking on the White Line

 

dotnlineOne empty afternoon she left the Community, walked barefoot to the highway and lay across the white line.

Tyres screamed, cars lurched, drivers gasped. She was silent as a crucifix.

Vehicles banked up four, five, six in a row. Two lanes. For a moment, the world seemed as if it were about to stop. Ancient blue sky, sun burning.

With one mind, two men left their air-conditioned seats and followed the white line to where she lay.

Wordlessly, one took her by the hands while the other grabbed her old, bare feet. They swung her like a roll of carpet into the ditch beside the road, then walked that line once more.

Engines revved politely, drivers shook their heads.

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~ by Daniel Townsend on December 16, 2016.

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