05 January 2012

6 the story



we are sitting in my grandparents' living room on inverness. my mother is telling this story. my head is in her lap, her fingers are running through my hair. i'm maybe five or six years old.

i'm pretending to be asleep. she's telling this story. it's about this woman who survived a car crash only to die in the cop car after because, upon getting in the cop car (not knowing her neck was broken), she tilted her head back to look up at the stars.

i'm thirty and yet, every time i turn my head too fast and it feels like the vein in the back of my neck is setting fire to the bone, still i think of this woman. still, i remember this story and look up at the stars.


6 comments:

The Whiffer said...

you appear to have done it again

mak said...

*chills*

jmillewitz said...

thanks! now I'm terrified to turn my head to fast.

oline said...

that's what i'm here for love- to creep you out.

Linda said...

wait. why did they put her in a cop car?

oline said...

i have confirmed with my mother that this is a true story! i have not made it up! it was the story of the wife of a man my mother used to work with, who apparently wandered round my mother's office showing me off to everyone when i was six weeks old. a detail that makes it so much worse.

i assume they put her in the cop car just to get her away from the scene of the accident.