To Die By Magic
Nov 7 · 5 min read
By Debra Lynne Driscoll
The deep desire to magically leave the earth led me into fantasy. Piece by piece the pictures, senses, and story grew. First came the lights, two of them, blurred together in brightness. Then the sounds. Heavy metal, rubber, and brakes shrieking over concrete.
The image of me in its path came later.
While driving I would at times drift to the vision of the truck and while tripping in my imagination I would see myself turning the wheel, a sharp pull to the right and in a flash, I would meet the truck. It was not that I wanted…

