No Guns, No Gore
I don’t know when he died. On the way to the hospital? Dead on arrival? Or minutes after he was carried out of his car. I don’t know anything about this man, who was ambushed on the main road and was conscious enough to drive away from his attackers, turn into my street - a necessary detour because the road ahead, the one he was on, was under construction. He managed not to plow into anyone or anything in the narrow street before finally (intentionally?) ramming the side of his car into an abutting edge of wall, carving out a small chunk of concrete. He must have slowed or dropped gears fast enough so that the car didn’t crumple on impact or careen off like a billiard ball.
I didn’t see all these. All conjecture on my part.
Despite a prayer I offered up for