Thems the brakes.

Thank goodness they work, for Pete's sake.

By Thavien YliasterPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

Driving to work, my place is not far.

I wiped off the snow, scraped off the ice, and hopped in my car.

I slow down before a turn, as I see a Civic coming in hot.

Parked for a moment, the Civic slams into the roundabout's spot.

Seeing frantic drivers arriving late, is nothing bizarre.

Thank You for stopping by. Please, make yourself comfortable. I'm a novice poet, fiction writer, and dream journalist.

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