robins egg blue

robins egg blue. thats the color of the car. right in front of me a black suburban smashed into a robins egg blue car. inside something just as fragile, just as precious, as the colors name. right in front of me my sister, in her first car, just beginning to drive. she drove so carefully, so tentatively, learning the feel of how the pedals reacted under her feet. learning the feel of being in control as the rough pavement sped away under her. right in front of me. the suburban was black, or at least my memory turned it that color. the driver old, accusing, angry. i wanted to scratch their eyes out. the only thing that saved her in the end was instinct. the instinct to run, to hit the gas pedal and get out of the way. even with no experience she knew what to do to keep her life. the car was robins egg blue, sky blue, baby blue. it happened right in front of me. i sat in my fathers truck (i don't remember the color). i sat in the passengers seat looking down, self absorbed. i heard no crash, no tearing metal, lost in whatever i was looking at. and then a sharp inhalation next to me. "oh!" he muttered hand over his mouth. i looked up, not out the window only at him. he pulled off the road, distressed. finally i looked out. the car was robins egg blue. her first car. i am slowly losing memories. i don't remember what i saw. only my sister, hysterical, terrified. my father, distressed, rushing to help her, telling me to stay in the truck. not that i had moved to leave it. i only sat confused, shocked, relieved to see her out of the car and not dead. i am slowly losing memories, but this is one that stays. whenever i cross an intersection. a robins egg blue car in front of me keeps me from being impatient. my sisters hand tells me to wait until its safe. i am slowly losing my memories. but i remember the robins egg blue, her first car and almost her last. i was there but i didn't see. it happened right in front of me and i didn't notice, self absorbed, unaware. i am losing my memories, they are leaving, changing, merging with imagination. how do i know whats real? i remember a moment that i didn't see, didn't notice until after it was over. too late to react, only me as usual trying to catch up to the present and slowly forgetting. i am losing, but not the robins egg blue car, i am waiting a moment longer, and she will be my memory keeper.

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