That time on a highway in a cold part of California. The car in front of mine hit its brakes, hard. So I hit my brakes, hard. The redwoods looming, the raindrops hovering. And this one pale woman sailing over the first car toward my windshield, her chin wrenched past her shoulder, her one eye meeting mine like she wanted a witness.
Photo By: wolf4max
This piece gives me the best kind of chills. Love it!