Cold Wind
I was walking into the wind along the edge of Ruthless Road and my god it was cold. Cars were roaring past me at terrifying speeds through the wet winter landscape. How could I have left my warm hat on the train? My supposedly short twenty minute walk was now becoming painful. I was maybe twelve or so minutes walking when an approaching cement truck slammed over a pothole across the road, and in that instant a stinging agony erupted in my left eye like I’ve never known either before or since. The truck did not stop, but my head was gushing blood from under my hand so a woman in a Toyota did. She took me to Regional Emergency where I was rushed into Operation. A metal washer that had flung off the truck had lodged itself just above by my eyeball and was still inside the socket. I was on my way to Valhalla that day, a day that severely derailed my life, which is where I finally arrived this morning, now almost a year later.