glitterdancer
"The sky's so bright from here, and blue", that's what they all said when they visited the world in which Martha had always lived. "What's it like to live as a god?", they all asked the same question. Or possibly the age old question of "Why?", how the hell was she supposed to know? The world doesn't come with a handbook.
The sound of the car vibrated into her ears, it engulfed her. All that she could see, and all that she was, was metal. Cold hard metal. It only was quick, a snap decision. And she was gone. The light flashed, not from in front of her, but behind her eyes, like her brain had absorbed the crash before it hit. Like it knew what was going to happen. And that was the scariest part, it wasn't even her choice.