Gods Tears
Kate told him that three of her friends had been hit by a
car at 3am crossing Tumanyan St last night. The road must have been deserted at
that time, it has four lanes. But it happened.
She said the passenger in the Mercedes had died, no seat
belt, thrown into the windscreen.
The three pedestrians will likely survive but have many
broken bones and internal injuries
She was thoughtful.
Her phone rang; it was her friend, calling and upset because
Travis was her friend too. In the early hours of this morning, they thought Travis
would die. But she has learned that he will survive and is now being airlifted
to the States but unlikely to return to Armenia.
Kate said that she realized again how fragile life is. He
said “Kate, life is only a moment to moment thing, this very moment is all we
have, this is all that is real, not the past moment, nor the moment to come,
there is nothing more than this……… ever, how many times that repeats is in some
ways meaningless. So death is just the end of these moments, nothing to worry
about. ” She said that is beautiful. Inside this restaurant in the heart of Yerevan
it was warm and the wine was good. Outside the rain was falling like Gods tears
and in the street below the automatic wipers of a black BMW cleaned those tears
off the windscreen in lazy efficient swipes.
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