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[nighthawk87]

My mother had this photograph.
Black and white on gloss paper.
It was a car accident in the Thirties.
A train had collided with one of those
streamed lined Cadillacs.
The door was ajar and metal bent and
inside were the three bodies
crumpled over each other. A woman
with pearls and a black and white dress,
a boy tucked underneath the glovebox,
a man in his early forties.
The press was surrounding the scene
in their business suits and one man
on the edge of the frame
with an expression on his face,
burned in my eyes.

They call it the decisive moment.
Call me Cadillac.

J.