He stood breathless in his tux staring at her figure moving toward him—her white gown almost glowing.

She was a vision.

He knew that as he scanned the slick road. Chunks of metal and shattered taillights littering the pavement. He knew but he tried talking to her anyway, asking if she could hear him. She nodded and started crying.

“I’m sorry,” he choked, “I’m sorry, love. It’s my fault.”

She spoke but no sound reached him. “You,” she mouthed. “You are the vision.” She pointed to a body on the ground. It was a man in a tux.



December 24 Prompt: Visions (Write a story that includes a vision)
Flash Fiction Challenge over at Carrot Ranch