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Rosie & Marie, A Short Story



There are infinitesimal moments, milliseconds actually, when a decision is made and life takes an unexpected turn. For Rosie, it came while driving on the thruway, passing a double trailer, when, seeing the slight curve of the road ahead, she imagined how twisting winds and shifting weights of masses in motion could possibly blow the truck over, crushing her soft flesh and brittle bones into a confounding mass of crumpled metal that could never be put right.

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