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An absurd AP Calculus exam, a tumble down the iron-tipped stairway, and a situation in the nurse’s office made for a truly taxing day that she was inclined to put behind her.

She climbed into her car and approached the highway, the blaring radio masking the rhythmic chattering of the turn signal as the exasperating back and forth glances strained her neck. Impatient, she accelerated the pedal, jerked the steering wheel, and found herself caught in a tornado of uncontrolled orbit.

The sharp screech of shattering glass rang out, marking her last memory before her mind went completely blank.

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    Mariah Betz over 4 years ago

    Wow. This took me two reads to get. I'm impressed. I love the "rhythmic chattering of the turn signal." And "uncontrolled orbit." The spinning. I love it. Does glass screech? If not, you may want to rethink that word choice. With your last sentence, I want to know if she survived the crash and this is her thinking back to it. I even like how you set up the story. My guess is the highway was crowded like rush hour? Maybe it doesn't matter. I'm just trying to think of areas for improvement. I really like your drabble.

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