Fife

January 09, 2020

Who’d have thought it possible to lose the grip on the wheel at such a moderate speed? But the holes are many, approaching countless. And it all adds up when you’re driving across an epic, rock-hard swiss cheese. It was a dark and moonless night when it all went bad. She probably didn’t want to drive through that hole. But coming across that cyclist in the dark was frightful. She swerved. Hit just right. I popped off. End of story. End of me.