Tales of a wandering lesbian

In Case of Emergency

I looked up to see her form, tall, powerful, and full of purpose, walking toward me, the one thing I’d wanted to see since the car had swerved into my lane.

Her hands swept her sun glasses from her face and stretched out toward me, asking a thousand silent questions.

“What happened?”

“Are you alright?”

“What can I do?”

My only response was to pull her close – but gently – answering with my body, shielding the place where my seatbelt had burned my skin, bruised my chest and shoulder.

In the moment after the other car moved from my periphery into the front of my world, I sat in a quiet, still haze.  Thoughts came to mind in quick succession:  “What the hell?  Am I alright?  Wow, that’s what an airbag looks like.  Can I call her first, or should I call 911?”

I called 911, but ended up hanging up on them accidentally while trying to text her.  There was nothing I wanted more than to have her near me.  Witnesses gathered, the other driver examined his broken axle, tow trucks arrived, and I called to ask her to come to me.

Over the next days we would unwind the tangle of adrenaline and fear.  We would relax into the deepening of our bond.  We would talk of things that come up after an accident: last wishes, emergency contacts, gratitude.

But for the moment all that mattered was that she was with me.  Big guys with handlebar mustaches, and pinup models pulled from magazines looked on as we held each other in the auto body shop, feeling the solidness of our bodies, sensing the solidness of our connection.  I stood still, breathing into her shoulder, allowing her scent to wash over me and cleanse the smoke from my nose, her voice to take the sound of crunching metal from my mind.

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7 comments

1 Kim Scott { 11.13.11 at 12:13 pm }

You are very lucky to have each other. True love is so rare — be sure to hold on to it tightly, even if it means you aren’t “wandering” quite as much as you thought you would. Love has a funny way of changing the best-made plans. 🙂

2 Big Mama { 11.13.11 at 1:59 pm }

I know I say lovely too many times but this is truly lovely!

3 Chris Hirsch { 11.13.11 at 7:30 pm }

You certainly are an excellent writer. Beautiful story and I am almost sure it’s a true one. The new pic is a riot!

4 Sari { 11.27.11 at 11:07 pm }

yes. yes. yes.

5 Ce'licia TaTiana { 03.15.12 at 6:49 am }

Pleasantly speechless … Your words travel across the world and awaken my own memory of a similar experience. I close my eyes and recall that tangible need for my love to come to me, comfort and hold me. Nothing else mattered. … Beautiful, thank u for sharing.

6 Jacqueline McGee { 05.24.12 at 2:21 pm }

Hi KFlick, I love the way you write and tell your stories all I can say to this one is we dont have much going for us in the UK particularly Scotland, always raining, always moaning, always skint, always looking for better job, BUT when you get hit by a bus, car or low flying Dumbo- The “Poliss” as they say over here are first to turn up followed closely by ambulance and Fire Brigade and everyone is covered by NHS- dont give a shit about health insurance over here. FOR NOW that is. Great Blog xxx My love to you and yours xJ

7 Ant { 07.29.12 at 2:56 pm }

Ok, you make me cry again. Lovely words.

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