Highway 13

By Diana Spechler

March 23, 2015

Highway 13

"Time after Time" played on the radio, static through icy Colorado. I wished I loved the man I was driving toward the way Cyndi Lauper loved someone once.

Steer into the skid, my dad had taught me. (No one tells you your steering won't matter.) It was like falling in love, that loss of control. I felt alive when I landed, when I screamed, before I understood that those cows were upside down because I was.

I saw that my window had shattered. And that I could climb out.

 

Photo "Broken glass" provided by Desiree Turner, under the Flickr creative commons license.

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