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Rome is burning (Part III)

It took a lot of effort to open the door. I had to push it open the rest of the way with my leg. All I could see was the white spattering into my face. I realized I could taste the snowflakes and closed my mouth. I unbuckled and felt a sharp pain requiring that I brace myself against the steering wheel.

It was then, I heard something. I paused, scanning the wreckage for anyone. Traffic was non-existent.

The time has come.

I couldn’t feel some parts of my body anymore. Propelled, I began to pull myself out. It was then I saw it. Several yards away, lying on the soaked grass, was a full grown deer.

As I managed to rise out of the Jeep, my body collapsed into a dive. Just before my head hit the asphalt first, the words, “I’m sorry” came.

I no longer felt the snowflakes hitting my face.

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