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Spinning Wheels

The cell landed beside me, the unsent text still alight and visible in the darkness. Be there soon. In the distance I hear the sound of children crying, but my car blocks my view. Wheels spinning, the mangled wreck sits like a turtle on its back.

I promised not to text and drive. I lied.

 

Donna Dillon.