Frozen-by Stephen Mawson

He stood there as the car bore down on him, the blood like ice in his veins. Thoughts of his now deceased brother flew through his mind, words which he had never said but wished he had began edging into his thoughts.

Then it hit him. He can now say what he wanted to say, so long as they are both in heaven.

What can i say Jon's aninspiring guy ;) more to come