Both legs were broken, that was for sure, but she could barely feel them. Her head was spinning. A truck? A van? What did it matter? The radio was still working, strange as that was, but she couldn't identify the song. Glass was everywhere, and it smelled like burnt rubber and blood. Her daughter started to cry from the back seat, and she knew everything would be okay.
Wednesday, June 11, 2014
Car Crash
Both legs were broken, that was for sure, but she could barely feel them. Her head was spinning. A truck? A van? What did it matter? The radio was still working, strange as that was, but she couldn't identify the song. Glass was everywhere, and it smelled like burnt rubber and blood. Her daughter started to cry from the back seat, and she knew everything would be okay.
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