I killed her

I beat her living brains out. The cops came, they sat there for a few minutes, then drove off with their lights off. They ignored me.

I don't know what happened to the doe after she leaped out in front of my favorite Saab and destroyed it and herself in less than a tenth of a second.

She was dead. I knew it.

I pulled over, shut off what few lights were left on the Saab, and cried.

A lot.

I called my friend Carol in New Jersey, because... well, because she answered the phone. I had just killed another large living being and secondarily, a large piece of machinery, and while I was safe, I was a wreck.

I cried and cried. I didn't mean to kill her. I didn't mean to kill the doe who leaped out in front of my old 1987 Saab two and a half years ago.

But she died just the same.

Carol listened to me cry and cry.

She is a dear.

I wish she were here now.

But then... I wish anyone were here now. But especially her.