Let’s talk about love, baby. Yes, I did just misquote a Salt ‘N’ Pepa song in way of introduction, but I’m assuming their grasp of grammar is so tenuous they won’t notice. More specifically, let’s talk about love’s trials and tribulations. They say its course never runs smooth, but it seems not only is it uneven, it is also riddled with road kill.
I’m speaking to you now as a thirty-six year old, some twenty-two years after the event I’m about to describe, but in recounting it my wide and horrified gaze is glued to the rear-view mirror. In it I see the corpse of a fourteen-year-old boy lying mangled and crippled in the dirt of that long, tumultuous stretch of road we know as high school. That corpse is mine, and I was the victim of a hit and run. I was in year eight, and the driver’s name was Melissa Monroe.
Read the rest of this creative non-fiction piece, Love & Road Kill, published at Mildred.co.