Ronald
I was drowning in a s**t ton of paperwork at the office. I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew, I was back at the scene of my worst childhood memory. It was the day my parents died.
My heart skipped a beat. I tried to turn away from the road, not wanting to see the accident happen. To my horror, I realized that my feet were knee deep in quick sand. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t turn away. All I could do was stare helplessly, as my parents’ car came speeding down the lane. A truck was coming from the adjacent direction. The truck driver was distracted, trying to fix a tape into the stereo.
I opened my mouth to yell at him to look at the road, but no sounds came out. I panicked. Afraid, I looked at my parents’ car. Mom and dad were laughing and talking about someth
