Lottie asked:


Okay this essay is completely a fictional piece made up from my own mind, well actually the assignment was for us to take a not so good essay (based on true events) and make it better, so here’s what I have:

The sun reflected off the cobalt blue paint of my new sports car. It was one of those days that you sang to the radio, content with the world for once. As I sat in my car, debating on what my boss would say if I were to take the day off, a young couple across the street caught my attention. They sat at one of those outdoor cafes. Soon they stood, revealing designer clothes that suited the handsome couple. One could clearly tell that they were deeply in love. I saw the woman reach up to caress the mans face, the sun glinted off her diamond ring. Newlyweds, I assumed with a smile. The woman leaned forward and gave the man a kiss. She turned and took a step off the sidewalk, it was that one fateful step that could have changed everything.
At that exact moment that the woman took that step I heard a dull roar coming from the west. I turned my head to see a brown, non descript car speeding down the street. The driver was oblivious to the change of the light from yellow to red. I did not need to be clairvoyant to know what would happen next. I found myself scrambling out of my car, fearful for the woman. The husband, having seen the speeding car as well, wore a mask of horror. He found his voice before I could find mine. He shouted a warning and took a step to try and save the woman. Another onlooker pulled him back just as the woman turned back to him; just as the car hit her.
To this day I can still hear the mans anguished shout. I can still see him running to the broken body in the street. It was not until later that I realized I had called 9-1-1. I, like so many others just watched as the man cried over his wifes dead body.
Vaguely I remember hearing sirens, I remember giving my statement to the police. I watched as the pulled the driver from the car, and soon my curiosity turned to disgust as I realized that the man was completely inebriated. It was quite obvious that this was not the first time the man had done this. The police later confirmed my suspicion.
I could not help but realize how easily this all could have been avoided. Maybe if the man and woman would have lingered over coffee she would still be alive. Or if someone had taken the keys from the drunk man, the husband would not be grieving over his dead wifes body in the street, his wifes kiss still warm on his cheek.
My experience has shown me how relaxed we have become on drunk driving. Perhaps if my experience were shared by others we would try harder to prevent accidents such as this one.
Although it is a sad truth that tragedies such as this one has to happen before the public takes notice.