Crash

 

And every morning he would wake, drive to the construction site, put on the orange vest, and flip the sign so the cars would drive safe—stop/slow. And every night he would battle the dark side, duels with swords made of light, and the force was strong with him. And every morning he would drive to the construction site, put on the orange vest, and flip the sign so the cars were safe—stop/slow. And every night Scotty beamed him up, and he boldly went where no man had gone before, and lived long and prospered too. And every morning he would put on the orange vest, and flip the sign, and everyone would be safe—stop/slow. And every night he kept the ring safe from Sauron, and returned it to Mount Doom, and Middle-Earth was protected. And every morning he would flip the sign, and everyone would be safe—stop/slow. And every night another planet died, no one could do anything about it, the planets always died. And every morning he flips the sign—stop/slow.

 

 

 

 

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Hollie Sessoms is a girl from nowhere who routinely neglects family, friends, and health to spend time with her imaginary friends on Microsoft Word. She is passionate about spaces in between, Sunday afternoon, and fall leaves that crunch underfoot. Once, when she was young, she saw an orca breach in the sea off the Alaska coast. Her work has been featured in other literary journals.

You can find her at holliesessoms.blogspot.com.