Intersection

 

The light was red, then green. The Toyota Corolla moved slowly toward the intersection. A flash of white invades her peripheral vision; reflexes take over. Brakes squall, tension mounts, crunching sounds fill the early afternoon.

 

Realization dawns, east was the intended destination, but the Corolla was now facing the opposite direction. I take a self inventory, I’m okay; thank God.

Reviews

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

Good write. I hope your car came out as well.

[Tovli]

blunt! and this little sixer has potential to become a novel. (PS. Tammy--don't forget Nanowrimo is coming up)!