Five more miles until I reach my dreadful destination, until
my week meets its unfortunate demise, until I am forced to be faced with the
weariness of Monday morning and the complications of the school week ahead of
me - three miles left, three more miles draining away from the gas tank, I’ll
have to pay the losses of course, I always do even though Norton is a small
town and you can get just about anywhere in under a gallon of gas; 16 miles to
the gallon, that’s how much this car gets, and yet the three miles it takes to
get to my house still costs me five dollars - one mile left, my night is
nearing its end, five minutes until I walk through my front door, the trees zip
by, they blend together in the blur of night, their branches stretch out to me
like finger tips – one more minute left, I can see my house as we near the
street corner, we take the sharp bend in the road with a roll and the cracking
sound is deafening; the windows burst outward; the doors snap and bend, the
metal crumbles under the pressure of the car's innards and our three mangled bodies; I guess accidents really do happen within five miles of the
home.
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