December 15, 2011 10:09:26 AM
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Dave
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The shattered glass on the road cast thousands of little streaks of light from the headlights of cars amassed on the road. The smell of burning rubber mixed with radiator fluid and burning grass, thick in the air. Steam rising from the crumbled metal, which looks like a ball of aluminum foil, men huddled in a circle. This is doesn’t look good a voice mumbles over the wail of the sirens. Dispatch we’re on scene.
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from "norman": whether you intended it or not, one can read the last line with duality: "Dispatch we're on scene" taken at the surface level as notification to a "dispatcher" of one's physical location relative to the accident, yet also, at a deeper level, ones emotional proximity with "Dispatch" take as a verb thus imploring one be "dispatched" from the scene.
i urge others to comment on stories as point-of-view can broaden the environment for all who read -- including the reader/writer.
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