['Just walking',
'One foot in front of the other, one step at a time.'
'Eventually things will pass.']
She heard her steps in sync with Rossin's
In the distance, a pale blue light rounded the corner of the street
Rossin covered his lips with a single finger, then his whole hand
And then he did a small skip and danced into the middle of the road
Just in time for the car, not having slowed down at all, to hit him
He folded under the hood and rolled underneath the tires
Martha count three and a half rolls
Some rational part of her brain managed to keep count
Pulling him down and under as the car hobbled over him
He rolled a few times on the pavement before laying motionless
The car drove into the distance
Martha rushed over into the middle of the street where his body lay
She tried to brush her hair out of her face, to tuck it behind her ear
She missed
Her hand was shaking
She never saw a car crash up close
A voice behind her called out, from where she had just been