Look Both Ways in Treatment Form

Two close friends; lovers, giggle and banter as they prepare for another day at uni. Their laughter and care free temperament makes them stumble lightly on the uneven pavement. They are absorbed in each other. He is telling her stories about his high school days. She listens intently to the man  of her dreams.

Rounding a corner, they pass a ‘beware of vehicles’ warning sign. Their visibility is diminished in the narrow alleyway, and any awareness left is taken up by their infatuation.

Their eyes, locked onto each others,  don’t waver from  their interlocked gaze. From beyond  their line of sight, a grey Ford Falcon skids, its tires screech as it attempts to  stop. It is  over in  a blink. A lover is now alone. He cries out to heaven. Both pleading and angry.

Soon he resigns himself to reality. His lover is dead. He can  do  nothing but hold his head  in his  hands and look.

Later that day he must formally identify  the body at the morgue. He collapses at the door. He holds one hand up like he is reaching for the soul of his lover that has since left the cold body he knows is inside. He cant go in. It will  break him.