Monday, December 1, 2008

Softer

The car spins as it moves forward, touching the guardrail with each of its sides.

A door opens, and the girl in the driver's seat tumbles out. The passenger's side doors are closed for good, so my sister crawls out behind the first girl. A third girl in the back comes out on the same side, where a fourth girl was asleep.

Several minutes have passed by the time they exit the car. A man is running toward them. They discover the fourth girl, facedown and red and someplace else.

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