Second Time's a Charm

Avatar Author: code dreamboat Real things happen to real people and those things are in the news, if it's not in the news then it's not real. Read Bio

“No, I have to go, the scanner says it’s a fatality!”, I said, abruptly ending the argument and hanging up the phone.

When I arrived at the accident, my heart was pumping. This time I would remember to use my flash and triple check exposure, not like that fire with two fatalities last time.

The scene was a tangle of twisted metal, a two car collision. A late 80s Burgundy Ford Escape t-boned an early 90s Pontiac Grand Prix, the kind with the squared off back glass. I quickly moved to the front of the Ford. Several Firemen wielded a giant saw, cutting the frame away to free the lady driver. Her screams still audible over the deafening squeal of the saw.

I worked my way closer to the driver, checking exposure and focusing on her face. Her pain and fear contorted it, demonstrating the agony of having a car engine crush your legs. Just as the flash triggered and the shutter opened, a Fireman touched me.

“You’re standing in gasoline.” he said casually. “Try not to smoke. But you can stay there.”


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  1. Avatar code dreamboat

    It’s probably important to note the title of the prequel inspired this story, it’s not really a sequel, but I never would have written this if I hadn’t read the piece by bluefish

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