By David Derey
He stomps his foot on the pedal. Everything goes fast. His young cheeks shake. From the dark, a tree emerges. Gearing up to fifth he continues towards it. He gets closer and closer.
In a hospital hallway, nurses do rounds. He’s lain in bed asleep since the crash. One shines a flashlight to his pupils. Weeks, and still no reaction.
Where he is, he’s behind the steering wheels, engine howling, hood imploding against that tree. Again, again, again, without a single delay.
He has tried to brake to end the loop, tried to steer away, but he never has enough time.
Great story. Thanks for sharing
Thank you
I like this one. Gave me the shivers.
Thanks
Yup, that’s exactly the way it was for just a few days under three months. I am one of the fortunate ones that has lived to tell the tale. Mixed emotions when reading this piece, but realisticlly written.
Wow. Your comment was really out of the ordinary. So you`re saying you experienced stuff similar to the protagonist in my little story, while in a coma?
That sounds like hell.
I hope you are doing well today.
Also, thank you very much for your compliment.
Have a good evening