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June 18, 2010
Friday
Today's theme is "driving on a busy road."
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Every light is another second she suffers, and every breath I take is one less that she has. Pedal to the floor and siren at its loudest, and no one moves aside. She's dying bodily every moment, and every moment my heart is dying too. Sometimes I wish that I could have become something else, something much less drastic, but I've always known. It's a task made for so few to try, to brave through. But there's always another out there who needs help, another out there who needs Superman. Unfortunately, an ambulance driver is the closest I can get.
Posted by: Andrea at June 18, 2010 1:30 PM · Permalink
The front of the Honda car nosed into the retaining wall. A puff of white powder clouded at the driver’s side window—air bag smoke.
Mark pulled over at the same time as the patrol car. The cop got out and talked to his shirt radio. Mark approached the Honda as the flames started to protrude under the hood and lick at the front tires. “Get back,” said the cop, “she’ll blow.”
The Honda’s driver cried out, “The door’s stuck!” Mark found a piece of rebar and pried it open so the driver was freed. The Honda whooshed up all orange.
Posted by: Don Bagley at June 20, 2010 3:49 AM · Permalink