Criticism is smiled upon, as I have edited this but once. : D
The light drizzle one summer afternoon merely aggravated the feelings of a middle-aged woman, driving home in her sedan after an excruciating oral surgery. The gap in the back of her mouth seemed to enlarge into a massive black hole every time she glanced at herself in the rear-view mirror. Her circumstances make her near-accident seem more likely; the truck in beside her, in the wrong lane, suddenly veered off into a side street in front of her, without his direction blinker on. He just barely skimmed the front of the woman's car, and her heart skipped a beat/
Behind her had been a sports utility vehicle, containing a mother and daughter, coming back from a winning major league baseball game. Needless to say, they were in better spirits than the woman mentioned previously, and the mother was rushing back to her hometown to drop her daughter off at a friend's house for a sleepover. Her heart stopped when she saw an unmoving vehicle in the road getting closer and closer to her car when she hadn't been tailgating in the least. She -- reacting as any individual in her conditions would -- wasn't prepared for another unjust court battle over car accidents that year.
The woman from the baseball game clutched the steering wheel a bit tighter let her left toes fall on the brakes. She felt her front license plate touching the back one of the in front of her, and began to shake furiously, even though her mind had been waterlogged with relief.
After a few seconds' pause, there in the middle of the road, the woman with the tooth extraction, ever so gingerly, lifted her toe from the break and let herself glide down the hill, starting at five miles an hour as and increasing speed gradually as she descended. In the car behind, the two occupants' hands were still trembling, but they were moving forward, nonetheless. And so ended just another day -- a day that the woman, the mother, and the daughter would all surely forget. But, instead of letting two lives be nastily entwined, by, perhaps, one stepping on the brakes a moment later, they went their separate ways, and lived their lives as though nothing had happened.
