#FamilyLegacy Short-Story Chapter 4

I see the hill that starts Highway 13, through the middle of town. I’m less than a mile from home, a feeling of relief passes through my entire body as I flip my turn signal to the right and gently tap the break for my turn.

I don’t see the car that rams into me from behind. I slam my brakes into place, the tail of the car skids around, another jolt farther to the side as a second car hits the first. Metal scrapes against plastic. Now facing the opposite direction, I see the eighteen wheeler slam on his breaks but unable to stop.

Time seems to have slowed down. I dig in my pocket for my phone and press 9…1…1.

The last thing I hear, before the world goes dark is my cousin asking, “911, what is your emergency?”

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Courtney M. Wendleton

I'm an author with an associate's in psychology. Interested in a lot of different things, and love controversy. The more controversial the better, but that's not all I'm interested in. Can be a bit confusing at times, but that's normal!

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