it struck sideways with a scraping sound,
and moved ahead to sit in alignment,
with the victim, not being itself a culprit,
so to emanate from beyond 2 m visibility-
shouts, complaints, some swears-
but after not very long, wheels whirled
and it continued, swaying us in its gut,
shuttering my eyes for a nauseous stupor
.
I am linking it up with Friday Flash 55.
Fender Bender?
It sure sounds like it.
I hope this is Fiction!
Loved your crunching 55
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End
i like that you leave ‘it’ rather anomylous letting us fill in what it is at is striking…
plenty of things in life that we never see coming….
A very creative and unique piece–we’re taken into the belly of the beast here–whether it is an automobile or something else in which we travel, the sense of being passive as danger surrounds is strong.
I’ve been on ski-lifts like this. Talk about scary.
A striking 55, though I am admittedly not sure what struck what.
Sounds like a winter car accident to me… I was horrified to see the wrecks on I-94 (Indiana) right where I used to live just a few days ago.
Staying calm in difficult or dangerous situations, near misses… Life can throw us one moment to the next. Nicely done.
I felt like “it” referred to either an amusement park ride or people being eaten by some sort of gigantic creature. Perhaps this has something to do with watching the Star Trek episode with the giant amoeba.