Red Letter Day
The morning was bright and warm. Not a cloud in the sky, just a blue endless expanse like an ocean above me. There could be no better day than this. I could barely contain myself, struggling to keep close to the speed limit, for today was a red letter day. This day I will submit the thesis for my masters, one last step and all 33 years of my life would finally amount to something. A vindication that I have long awaited, it was—the pain was so sudden. My arm felt so weak. My vision blurred. The crash was loud and excruciating. It was dark and my body felt so cold.