She pushed her car.
Foot heavy on the gas, hand tight on the shift. First-second-third and more RPMs than most cars can handle. Watching not the road. The rearview. The odometer. Feeling the tug of the force of her car on her body. Breathless as pulse increases with speed. Eyes wide, mouth clenched closed.
Outside, it rains and the street glitters a rainbow. Reflections of the night's lights distorting the view of the street. Wind twisting trees horizontally, forcing them down, clouds spinning through the sky. Water splashing up just as a blue flies through the puddles, gathering speed and sound and danger -
She skids -
A tragic poem of body and metal twisted together, the blood flowing with the rain. The lights reflecting on the tangled mass of aluminum. Somewhere in the distance, there are sirens - otherwise, silence.
(Come on sweet catastrophe)
