Larry had been trying to figure out whether the trashcan read God or 602. Perhaps he should have been paying more attention to the road. He didn’t see the small girl chasing a ball. Larry swerved, hitting the trashcan and rolling his car. It took him a few minutes to get his seatbelt off and get out of the mangled door through the window; it did not help being upside down.
As soon as he was free, Larry sprinted to where he saw the girl lying perfectly still. “Oh no, please tell me I didn’t.”
The girl’s mother ran out to hold her child.
“I’m so sorry ma’am I didn’t see her.”
The mother neither acknowledged him nor stopped crying.
Time jumbled together, the blare of sirens pounded through his head. One of the paramedics ran to the child to check her out. “No injuries, I think it was the shock, let’s take her in just in case.”
“This other one wasn’t so lucky. I just lost his pulse.” Larry looked and saw the other paramedic next to his body. “Time of death, 6:02 pm”
Walking toward the beautiful white light, Larry laughed at the difference between two right answers.