Updated: Aug 2, 2021
“ "What happened?" the police ask, and the son leans on his dad and tears spill from his eyes. He looks up at him. "Dad are you in trouble?" he asks and he cannot stop crying."
I see the outline of the vehicle fill my rearview mirror and I know it is not going to stop. I close my eyes as it hits the back of my truck and rocks me forward a few feet into the intersection. The sound of metal imploding is loud, a deep tearing and crunching sound accompanied by that whirling screech of brakes locking and rubber being left over pavement. It happens quickly and the smell of it all spreads everywhere. I step out and walk back. A beautiful white Mercedes station wagon, its entire front hood and engine an accordion is pushed up against the barely dented bumper of my Landrover. A man steps out of the driver seat and his 10 year old son out of the passenger side. They both looked stunned. No one is injured. The man says "I am so sorry I hit you." "I am glad you are both Okay," I tell him. "This is my boss's company car. It's vintage," the man says. His son begins to cry. "Dad are you going to be in trouble?" he asks. The police come within a minute, as this is the red light before you enter Key West. "What happened?" the police ask, and the son leans on his dad and tears spill from his eyes. He looks up at him. "Dad are you in trouble?" he asks and he cannot stop crying. The police take our information quickly and I walk over as they hand the man back his license. "Do you guys want a ride to wherever you were going?" I ask them. "What?" The man asks, surprised, his arm pulling tightly around his son's shoulders. The female police officer smiles and says, "Well that's a first. He just hit you and you're offering him a ride?" I look at the two of them, the same anxious somber expression on their similar faces as they hold each other. I would give anything in this world to have a son that would look up at me exactly like he is looking at his dad at this moment. "Sure," I say. "Did you guys eat lunch?".