Death on Hold
Limbo: The First Circle
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Sighting my destination, a glitzy watering hole directly across the steaming boulevard from The Cavern, I stepped from the curb onto the hot asphalt and headed for the concrete center island. Dodging, stopping, vaulting--once more the invincible
Flushed with success, purposefully and smugly certain of my invincibility, I set out again and managed to cross the first of the five remaining lanes without incident. I did pause momentarily to offer a congratulatory smile to the lovely driver of a BMW who managed a squealing stop with her bumper vibrating against my leg. It was almost sensual. Undaunted by the close call, I continued on giving the white-faced driver a quick wave of appreciation . Then my luck ran out. The brief pause propped up against the BMW’s bumper broke my rhythm and subsequently caused me to stumble into the path of an extended-cab pickup, a Dodge Ram I believe.
I don’t remember the impact, just a blinding light and a mind-numbing explosion. That’s when my unanticipated sojourn in the circle of death—the first circle--began.