Accident
The lump was in his throat again.
The
first drops of the rain they’d been promising all day fell on the windscreen.
He
turned on the wipers.
By
the time he got to the motorway, it was raining heavily. As he filtered into
the traffic there were flashes of lightening and claps of thunder. He turned on
the radio to try and drain out the noise. He pushed his right foot down to the
floor, bringing Binky up to her top speed. The music matched his mood. Rousing
rock. He was going to fight this and he was going to win.
He
steered Binky into the middle lane. The rain was now pouring over the
windscreen like a waterfall. The wipers were going full speed, but he still
couldn’t see all that well. He was buffeted
from the side wind as he drove out of the shelter of the lorries and cars he
overtook. Their spray made it impossible for him to see.
He
would have to be careful as he crossed the Hamble Bridge. Binky was quite light
and could easily be blown off course. He lifted his foot slightly off the
accelerator. Best not to go too fast in this.
He
noticed the grey car first of all in his side-view mirror. A Saab, he thought.
What was the idiot doing? He was going to hit him. He quickly looked in his
rear-view mirror. No, he couldn’t get into the third lane. Chances were, even
if he did, the Saab would still smash into him.
It
was going to happen. There was nothing he could do.
Don’t try to straighten up if he
makes you skid, he thought to himself. Steer into the skid.
He
tried to relax his grip on the steering wheel. But not altogether – at least it
was something to hang on to.
There
was a thud.
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