First Line Friday -August 16th 2017 – The Accident


This week’s first line: After the accident, unease grew like a mold in the corners of his mind.

At first, it wasn’t something he knew was happening. It began to manifest itself each time he came to drive his car. The accident was something he didn’t think he’d ever witness but it happened in front of him in the wink of an eye, and all he could do was stand there and watch as the unfortunate driver was assigned to eternity.

What started out as an innocent drive to collect the families ironing evolved into something of a nightmare.

The car he saw as he reached the corner. His senses told him it was travelling quickly and to wait. He did so.

As he turned into the street after the car had passed, he looked up to see it had collided with another vehicle and literally bulldozed it into oblivion.

Now each time he took to the road that vision returned to him. Every corner was a potential death trap. Traffic lights filled him with an instant dread when the amber light appeared.

He knew he had to get a handle on what was happening. So, he talked about. To anyone who’d listen. It was like working the whole trauma of it out of his system. It took him time, but eventually, he began to feel more and more confident.

His unease slowly dissipated as he began to put it all into perspective.


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5 Responses to First Line Friday -August 16th 2017 – The Accident

  1. The picture at the top of your post made my heart stop. I’ve been there, only my car was on a pole instead of a tree. You did a great job with this prompt.
    Have a blessed weekend.

  2. Jael Sook says:

    This is what happens sometimes–well done.

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