Hauntings

The air bag was stained with blood.  Its starkness was startling on the white canvas.  The wood chips from the utility pole were still wedged between the shattered windshield and the frame.  I blinked uncomprehendingly at the wreckage.  The sister was standing nearby in a back brace.  Her movements  jerky.  Her posture rigid.  The brother remains in the Critical Care Unit.  The right side of his face torn away from bone.  His jaw wired shut.  The mother grabbed my waist and cried.