I was walking home from the school of engineering. It was hot and I was sweaty. I stared at the sidewalk in partial boredom of my uncomfortable situation. I saw a green round thing on the ground. It wasn’t perfect, but it was a good looking crabapple I think. I did what anyone who is secretly five years old would do. I kicked it a little. I was going downhill, so the odd shape rolled erratically down the sidewalk on its own. It was beautiful like something trying to communicate with me. It nearly brought tears to my eyes. After dealing with the loud people at the school it was great to have such a joyful friend who wasn’t trying to push anything on me… It really was a friend, almost like a young child. It hit twigs and leaves as I gave it careful nudges. It bounced up several inches on impact, almost like it was laughing and frolicking. I gave the little crabapple a final nudge, and it hit a very sloped driveway, pushing it out to the street. I was about to go get it as soon as it stopped rolling. For a minute it looked like it might land back in the curb at least. But there it came, a black Nissan Altima, the murderer of the closest thing I’d ever have to a friend today. I thought “No way that hits it, it can’t!”, but then a sudden pop followed with the confetti of fruit as it was crushed by the three thousand pound killing machine. I ran out to the street. A couple college girls were getting in a car nearby. I reached down, picking up the remains and asking “Why did this happen, why!!!” The girls looked on. They were thoughtless. Typical college girls whose depth of thought could be measured by the amount of shorts they had on. They looked at me through their sunglasses, wondering what the hell I was doing. All I cared about was the green meat splattered on the hundred degree asphalt…