Thankful for not killing kids
The air is dark and thick and night. I’m in my car. My car turns on.
I shift into reverse and prepare to roar out of the library parking spot, completely ignoring the rules of “library voice” driving.
But by chance (or not really), I look over my shoulder out the back mirror. I rarely reverse like that.
Just then, two young children, a boy and girl, run past my red, tail lights.
I thank God I didn’t completely smash those kids. For their sake. They never saw it coming. And (almost) neither did I.
[The story continues in the next post.]