The sky was the purest of blue
With thick puffy white clouds
The ball bounced slightly left
The child missed, laughter on the air
Chasing the ball, the child ran
Almost grabbing it, almost catching it
As the ball rolled away
Down the street a car was coming
Not hurrying, not slowly, just coming
The mother screamed at the child to stop
She ran, knowing she would not make it
Waving merrily back to Mom
And still running forward, the child
Continued
So met the child and the car
And the world ended
As the sky remained a blue beyond pure
And the thick white clouds floated on and on