Soul Stories
Multisensory Perception
It was a gray winter afternoon. The black, sleek car was traveling fifty miles an hour when it hit the ice. Like a graceful dancer, it began a slow, horizontal pirouette as it slid toward a steep embankment and then disappeared over it. Inside, a young woman screamed as the car rolled again and again like a ball careening downward and spinning at the same time. That woman was my sister.
One hundred miles away, an older woman with gray hair suddenly rose out of her chair.
"Something has happened to Gail!" she gasped.
The telephone rang forty minutes later.
"Your daughter has been in an accident. She is not hurt badly, but her car was destroyed."
How could this have happened? The woman who rose in alarm, my mother, could not see her daughter struggling for her life as the car crashed again and again against the frozen ground and, at last, into a barren tree. She could not smell the crushed bushes beneath the battered car, or the gasoline from the ruptured tank. She could not hear the bending of metal and the shattering of glass, feel the impact of the car as it tumbled, or taste the blood in her daughter's m ... read full excerpt from: Soul Stories ebook
