Thursday, May 16, 2013

100 Words a Day 271

The stunt was going horribly wrong. When the car left the ramp it started to spin in the air. Luke could only imagine what the driver must be feeling, spiraling through the summer sky.

The car struck the dirt and began to roll, losing pieces with each rotation. The reinforcing they’d added, for just a case like this, kept the car from losing too much of its shape.

There were people waiting with fire extinguishers before the wreck had come to a complete stop.

Someone reached in and hit the kill switch, silencing the struggling engine, before checking the driver.

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