What is it; that prickle on the back of your neck. As time slows and everything freezes for an instant; the adrenaline courses through your veins as if in a pressurized hose.
The wheel between your palms is suddenly burning as you turn so sharply; to avoid the man in the road. He is in black, from head to toe. The sun has not yet risen hiding his intent as he scuttles in the darkness.
A thud; dull and buoyant. It floats in your mind as a dead bug in a glass of water. Panic consumes and all logical though escapes from your grasp.
Hazard lights; you run 200 feet in the dark. He is shaking, laying on the ground on the side of the road. His left shoe off; black socks.
Blood; the flash of crimson blinds my sight and consumes my soul. He is hurt badly. I did this. I hurt him. He smiles weakly at me as he lays his head down, I beg him to forgive me and he just laughs.
Puzzled; He says it's not my fault and I shake anyways, the air cannot come into my lungs fast enough, blackness at the edges of my vision. I need to breathe. Slowly...in and out.
The police are called; panic arises. What if I am in trouble, I should have not been going 5 miles over the limit. Maybe I could have swirved and missed him altogether.
During this I saw my life; what could have happened I could had tugged and went off the road. I could have been hurt myself.. or worse.
And after all of this, my mind still goes back to Him, the one who owns me; my soul, mind, heart, and body. Would have been angry at me...if I had gotten harmed. Would he say I was reckless with his property?
No, the memory of my Master alone is enough to be filled with light, clearing my mind enough to act. He will be OK, the man in black, but there will always be that thud.
The thud, loud and buoyant as it echos in my memories. And the black sock covered foot burned into my mind.
The thud.
