Tom

I NEARLY SHIFT  RIGHT  THERE in the street.

Somehow, I know the crash involved Jasmine. I sprint at top speed to the intersection as a wrecked silver Volvo tears off down a side street.

And there, in the middle of the intersection, is Jasmine’s bus, smashed on the side like she got T-boned, and spun around facing the sidewalk.

“Jasmine!” I shout, leaping over the wall separating me from the road and nearly tearing her door off its hinges.

There’s no airbag, nothing soft for her delicate human face to hit. Jasmine’s forehead rests on the steering wheel and the smell of her blood makes my vision dome. I’m ready to shift to defend her, but there’s no one left to fight. The assholes took off after smashing into my lovely human.

“Jasmine. Fuck, Jasmine.” I want to tear the bus apart to make space for her crumpled body. I draw in a deep breath to calm the fuck down.

Chri