I got it the first time. Yet, I read this three or four times before posting it. I’ve decided to save my perceptions for the comment box, so I don’t influence your own understanding of what this says, and why I think it is brilliant. Ed is a renaissance man, talented actor, artist and author. After you have had a moment to reflect on this entry, give him a visit at edcoonce.com.
by Ed Coonce
An old blue station wagon ran the stop sign at my front gate and hit my car in the driver’s side one winter morning. The wreck was deafening and horrific. Sheet metal and glass destroyed sheet metal and glass at fifty miles per hour. I never saw her coming. She was distracted, fumbling with something in her lap, and ran the stop without looking up.
The impact spun my car around in an instant. Airbags popped and I lost consciousness. When I came to, an ambulance was there.
While wheeling both of us out of the vehicle at the emergency entrance to the hospital, I managed to get a good look at the other driver. Something about the outline of her face looked so familiar. I stumbled through my memory until the light of recognition flashed.
It was Liz, my long ago and far away high school sweetheart, the one I abandoned when I left for the Marines and Vietnam. I had never forgotten her eyes. Two months into my second tour, I found out she was seeing Harold, a local good guy who I only knew from a distance. I never wrote her again. I didn’t blame her, either.
She looked at me for a long time and I know she knew who I was. They took her away to emergency surgery, me to another room. The drugs slipped into my veins through the transparent intravenous tube. The liquid in the tube was tinged with pink, and eased the pain of my broken body. I drifted and looked directly skyward, at the television on the ceiling of the operating room. So You Think You Can Dance was on.
Dancer In Emerald is by Scottish artist Jack Vettriano, inspired by the Leonard Cohen song “Dance me to the end of love.”