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Imagine This

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Imagine this.

You're driving down the interstate, right? Wind whistling through your hair, radio going, and all that jazz. So you're in your car, right? Eyes firmly on the road, when all of the sudden this truck up ahead of you turns and jackknifes. Just like that. Right in front of you. For no reason at all. No warning. No signal. No nothing. And you think to yourself, Ah shit, and you forget to hit the brake. You don't hit the brake and you plow right into the motherfucker. You just run right into him. Your chest goes into the steering wheel, your whole body jars and flops and you think, Oh God I'm gonna die.

So after the impact you look around, right? Glass is everywhere. Your car’s dented. And you're bleeding. You're bleeding and you think to yourself, Of all the ways to die it just had to be like this… leaking to death on an interstate. It's so fucking unfair and pathetic. I mean who dies that way? But then you realize, it's over. You've already crashed and you're still alive. You're gonna live. You're gonna be okay, and that's a relief because you've still got so many people to see, so many things to apologize for, so many scores to settle, so many breaths to breathe and thoughts to think and dreams to have and words to say. You still have so much left to live for and in your hazy stupor, you're so grateful for what just happened that you stumble out of your car, fall face-first onto the asphalt, stand up, raise your arms and thank your ill-fated stars that at least you didn't scream or shit yourself. You start trembling and crying and not caring about anything except, hallelujah, you're alive.

You're alive and you know exactly what that means.
An old piece of flash fiction that I recently edited. Imagine someone speaking this.   
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