LaKrista Vantrece
My windshield wipers can’t keep up.
I squint my eyes, trying to see through the haze that blurs the lines.
The pounding rain violently collides with my car
While the wind whips through the surrounding trees
It’s. So. Loud.
I tried to drown it out, but the storm picked up.
I don’t see the point in trying anymore.
I don’t know why I am in such a hurry,
But I push my toes into the gas pedal, meeting little resistance.
50, 60, 70, 80.
I don’t see the water that has pooled in the road
Filling the grooves made by hundreds of cars like mine.
My tires can no longer reach the pavement beneath
Spinning uselessly in search of the traction they need
There is no sound.
It’s as though someone has cut the audio in the middle of the film.
I can feel my heart rate increasing as the adrenaline rushes through my system.
I lift my foot and place it in limbo, hovering between the gas and the brakes.
I can feel my eyes widen and my muscles stiffen.
But I’m not scared.
My grip on the steering wheel tightens as I gently guide my car into the next lane
It’s over so fast, I don’t think anyone else noticed it.
I find myself safely on my way.
Before I’d even realized the danger, my body reacted.
and I wish it hadn’t.
Clamor 