Impulse, surprise, shock, and everything else that comes to a collision of cars seems to happen all at once. Sometimes there's fire, skid marks, the scent of burnt rubber and maybe things more graphic, but fortunately that wasn't how it was for me. I swerved my small car and hit the back tire of the one running a red light. I tend to contemplate what she was doing. Perhaps she wasn't doing anything, just spacing out.
Regardless, it is now a week after the wreck. My soreness is gone thanks to my circus practice and regular healing. I remember clearly following a truck through a green arrow left turn. I remember intently watching the gas tank of her car, I was so close to it. I swerved so I'd be closer than my roommate, who I care very much for. But would we have survived that had I not hit my breaks? Much worse can happen than the torn license plate and marks on the front of my car.
Even now I'm having trouble with the legal part of it all. The insurance and police report are breathing down my neck, despite the kindness we showed each other after the wreck. It's sad to think about, but I suppose my break time is over. Time to call the insurance company.
Shizujoey Community Member 
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