I was sitting at a stoplight, higher up in my van. I could see directly into the windows of her car.
She was turned towards the back seat. Beating her kid with a shoe.
She stopped and looked at me. She turned forward.
She turned again, the shoe rose up into the air and came crashing down again. Over and over.
I couldn’t see the child, only his hand in the window.
I honked and honked and honked.
She looked at me. The light turned green.
I didn’t write down her tag. I didn’t call the police.
I am full of guilt. I let that child down. I didn’t report.
I failed that child. I am full of guilt.