One Last Laugh

Life is uncertain. 

The last enemy that is to defeated,  is death.  

Death isn't the end

it is a start of forever. 

The bus is running slow,  seating in front let me feel the speed of the bus,  the driver was careful because of the downhill slope.  The road is slippery he was too careful to avoid accident. 

It happened so fast

Three men in a tricycle were laughing enjoying the adrenaline of going fast, they might not noticed our bus 

T ey were at full speed,  twas too late when they hit the break every smile turned to a panic grin, 

 the sound of their laughter,  

turned to a blood freezing scream.

They knew. 

It was their last laugh

Every blood left their face

Their body

Thrown from the vehicle

Our bus,  

Crushed like a tin hit by a wrecking ball.

Other passengers were thrown in front because of the impact. 

Running beside the driver who is shaking 

Whose foot is pressing hard on the brake

It was impossible to ignore the flowing blood in front of us 

The fresh blood flowing from the beheaded man because of the impact.  

The right of the passenger who is throwing blood from his mouth. 

Lastly the white substance that scattered around the bus.  

BRAIN. 

The brain of the one who owns the brightest smile several moments before the impact.