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Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Side Mirror

His eyes drifted closed for the thousandth time, and somehow he managed to wrench them open yet again. Couple more miles, now, and then he'd be back home, where he could actually get some goddamn sleep. The very thought was soothing enough to send him drifting off again. He blinked himself back awake, cursing, then laid into the accelerator a bit more.

Just had to concentrate, that was it. Keep his mind on the road for just twenty more minutes. He rolled the window down, hoping the cold air coming in would wake him up a little, but it didn't seem to help much. He reached out to fiddle with the side mirror, peering at it through heavy eyes; eventually he gave up and turned back to the windshield, to find it oddly filled with tree. "Hey, what -- " he began, now fully awake.

Then his car slammed into the tree, and he died.

Just a short one, because DAMN that dog does not look safe to drive.


andy? said...

what dog does look safe to drive?

Blog Post Frank said...

You know, I hadn't thought of that. I guess I should say that he looks even less safe to drive than your average dog, which wouldn't even know how to start a car in the first place.