I survived the crash.

“I am alive.”

Silence.

“I am here. I am okay, I think. Nothing broken…”

I must be pinned down as I cannot turn to look around. The light is dimming.

I see two medics approaching. One says, “Here: we found his head.”

The light goes out.

Gary writes poems, short stories, and novels. Some can be found on his Scribophile account, others on his somewhat neglected Tumblr.