Apples

When I woke up this morning I realized that I only had 7 apples left from the 11 that I bought yesterday but I only remember eating 3 and that means that there is still 1 missing. It seems like I always lose things, physical and emotional alike. I lose everything. My hand still tingles from where I almost lost it last winter.
I walk towards the bar and see a family getting into a dispute. Well the entire family isn’t its just the two little brats in the back seat of their cliché minivan. The two boys are bickering over something trivial no doubt and their dad is trying to get them to stop while the mother just sits there looking blankly at the traffic light. There is a baby sitting in the middle seat that I hadn’t noticed at first. He or she is sleeping and is very peaceful. The  light turns green and the mother slowly drives the car around the corner until they are no longer in sight. All of a sudden there is a loud crash and a grinding of metal that roars through the city block. I jog around the corner to where the van turned and 40 yards in front of me there is a riveting scene. The van has been broadsided on its left and is wrapped around the front end of a tan SUV. The light is green in front of the van and it looks like the SUV ran its red and drove right into the van. I approach the scene and there is glass everywhere with the smell of oil and burnt rubber emitting from the pavement and the twisted metal. There are people holding a woman back. She is the mother. Her screams wretch out of her body as she thrashes and jolts trying to make it to the car where 10 or 15 people are already pulling at the scrap metal and attempting to remove the three little bodies that are trapped inside. I walk around to the passengers side and amidst the movement of the helpers I see a man slumped over with his head leaning on the dashboard arm at his side mangled and bleeding. His face is slowly dripping blood and his eyes are flickering open and shut. He is conscious but barely and is breathing deeply. I step up to the van and see that his legs are trapped and the door is pinning his lower body down. I look in the back and wish I hadn’t. the baby is fine but the other two children are not. Their little bodies thrashed and lifeless.
I try to help but with little success and I leave removing myself from the horror scene. I make it to the bar and have a drink. I pull an apple out of my pocket.