A deer crossed the road, and got trapped in his headlights.
It’s eyes looked straight into his, there was no escaping them.
Suddenly going 80 mph was nothing more than driving in slow motion.
The distance between the two became smaller with his every heartbeat.
He was frozen like a statue, unable to move, he could only watch them collide.
He felt the shock of the initial impact as the deer wrecked the car’s grill and made a dent in the bumper.
Shivers climbed up his spine and left his body through the tiny hairs on his forearms.
He watched the deer’s ribs crack and make a small crater in the hood of his car.
The deer’s coat stained throughout with its own fresh blood, gleamed in the moonlight.
He could only watch the deer’s neck snap as it hit his windshield, it cracked and blood splattered all over it.
His eyes were still looking into the deer’s, his eyes became wet as tears started to fall down his cheeks.
His vision became blurry, his hands got colder and he found himself staring into the stream of running water that cleansed him of the sticky blood that was on his hands.
Blood mixed with the water from the tap and swirled into the drain.
His wife walked up to him and kept her silence.
He was ignoring her and was still staring into the sink, he cleaned his hands with soap and water for a whole day, and thought about the funeral the deer’s family were giving him.
Deer standing around an open grave, mourning widow, crying deer calves.
He dried his hands and his wife asked him what had happened to the car.
It’s eyes looked straight into his, there was no escaping them.
Suddenly going 80 mph was nothing more than driving in slow motion.
The distance between the two became smaller with his every heartbeat.
He was frozen like a statue, unable to move, he could only watch them collide.
He felt the shock of the initial impact as the deer wrecked the car’s grill and made a dent in the bumper.
Shivers climbed up his spine and left his body through the tiny hairs on his forearms.
He watched the deer’s ribs crack and make a small crater in the hood of his car.
The deer’s coat stained throughout with its own fresh blood, gleamed in the moonlight.
He could only watch the deer’s neck snap as it hit his windshield, it cracked and blood splattered all over it.
His eyes were still looking into the deer’s, his eyes became wet as tears started to fall down his cheeks.
His vision became blurry, his hands got colder and he found himself staring into the stream of running water that cleansed him of the sticky blood that was on his hands.
Blood mixed with the water from the tap and swirled into the drain.
His wife walked up to him and kept her silence.
He was ignoring her and was still staring into the sink, he cleaned his hands with soap and water for a whole day, and thought about the funeral the deer’s family were giving him.
Deer standing around an open grave, mourning widow, crying deer calves.
He dried his hands and his wife asked him what had happened to the car.
