Monday, September 14, 2015

100 Words a Day 694

The car sailed over the dune and began tumbling end over end. It was mid-flip when it slammed back into the sand. It bounced once before coming to rest right side up. The dust settled, showing the bits and pieces of car that had been shaken off by the impact. The occupants were dazed or dead, she couldn’t tell which. The driver’s head lolled out the window, her face was covered with blood from where her nose impacted the windshield. Her black helmet was cracked and blood was beginning to mat her brown hair. The passenger was slumped forward, unmoving.

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