The tire slips on a bridge. The speed limit goes from 75 to 45 to 55 and you get the picture. Small parts on the street shimmer. These white gusts swirl. There are cars on the side of the street facing the wrong direction. My dad did a three-sixty on the freeway. I did not get him a Hallmark card. 3.95.
I cannot do everything. But I can do this.
A story comes over the radio. This is the anniversary of the Air Malaysia missing flight. If it's not today, it's soon. Tomorrow?
We all died on that flight.