gravel truck

A visual aura and tinnitus, typical indicators of an oncoming migraine, were whelming as he stood before a jagged crack in the sidewalk and said to the girl who had just broken up with him, “If I step over this line, I feel… I feel my life will end.”

When she soothingly bade him to go on and ended the call, tears blurred his vision, the migraine split his skull, and the ringing intensified, consuming his senses, making him oblivious to the road and the dirty, diesel-belching gravel truck that fatally struck him as he staggered forward.