The Cost of Many Lives
The Cost of Many Lives
Rain and traffic filled the air with sounds coupled with a dark gloomy color that coated the sky. Bad weather wasn’t anything new in Philadelphia, it had been raining and snowing nonstop and dense for three days straight. Despite the severity, that wasn’t stopping anyone from living their daily lives; commuting to work, picking up groceries or salt for the snow, even speeding. The sleet came down heavily almost in sheets as cars passed through Lincoln Drive, most very slow and cautious as it was probably the most dangerous road in the city to drive on during poor weather. Lincoln Drive was long, the lanes were tight and met with sharp curves nearly at every foot. Suddenly, an older grey chevy coated in chipped paint and a low hanging bumper, hydroplanes, swerving into the wrong lane. Mixed with the slush, the lemon quickly crashes into the shoulder. The glass of the windshield shatters followed by a loud boom as the airbag explodes into the driver’s chest. The surrounding cars manage to break in time; fortunately, someone calls an ambulance. From their windows and mirrors, the only thing visible to the nearby drivers is that the man is fair-skinned probably in his late 40s.
