The Girl that broke my Hand
I had just met up with my future landlord at his house in Hammersmith and was headed back home to Chelsea. I thought I’d be able to hail a cab at the roundabout and so that’s where I headed. Naturally, it was drizzling light rain. This was London after all.
As I stood on one corner of the roundabout, hand in the air, I saw a light blue Citroen 2CV entering on the far side. One moment that seemed to last an eternity our eyes met. I was transfixed. She proceeded to enter the traffic in the roundabout and our eyes lost contact. Hand still in the air, another car exits the roundabout on my corner. I think he wanted to teach me a lesson as he smashed into my hand with the side of his car. I felt no pain. Just the urge to run as fast as I could to catch the Citreon. That quaint blue car had been swept up in the traffic and was desperately trying to make an exit. And then it was gone.
I did catch a cab just minutes later, but off to a nearby hospital was I. My hand suffered multiple fractures. ‘Twas no big deal. Those 5 seconds when eyes meet with a complete stranger were etched in my memory. I have no idea whether the girl was pretty, intelligent, fun, or even single. I just knew she had a cool car, and we had a connection.
That was exactly 30 years ago today, but I remember the moment as if it happened just minutes ago. As I watch my hand typing these words, I see the scar she left.
She was, and always will be, the girl that broke my hand.
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