I wondered about what I’d write for a “Road” issue; I’ve certainly gone on my fair share of road trips across the U.S., and even Europe, driving through France, Italy, and through the British countryside. I’ve seen castles and compared road food, napped in the front seat, driven through bad storms, sighed relief at good weather, and admired geography from the inside of a car.
A few years ago, I was hit by a car while visiting Seattle on a road trip.
Those two events intersected.
Ha. I’d write about BEING ON THE ROAD. Like, literally.
I pulled up the police report to jog my memory.
Ha. I’d use the police report to structure the piece. The call for submissions wanted short work that transcended genre.
I’d title it after the first question in the report: Date and Time of Loss.
I began to write the piece–all the things I wanted to write about being hit by a car, and the shock I felt in its aftermath. Not being able to cross the street without flinching, feeling bruised and tender, feeling vulnerable, and feeling so so wounded. That the person I called first on that day, while in the crosswalk, is no longer available to me.
I didn’t begin writing Date and Time of Loss with the intention of intertwining the two events. But that is what the work wanted me to do. And I hope I made the work, proud.