An Accident Not Waiting to Happen. Fibonacci 73

An Accident Not Waiting to Happen

1     I/

       1     pulled/

2     out of/

3    Thornton's gas station, /

5     my last stop of the evening,/

8     high-test coffee aromatic beside me, groceries in the/

13   trunk. I checked the rear view mirror and saw clear roads all the/

21   way back to the traffic light.  Ahead to my right was an Explorer waiting to enter Shelbyville Road.  All quiet on/

34   the eastern front, until I felt myself bathed in light from the Explorer and caught a glimpse of its grill in my peripheral vision. I swerved, stepped on the gas, saved myself by inches.

by Mary Cartledgehayes