White car.

I’m with my mum and we’re walking along someplace or rather. It could be the Terrace, who knows. We’re waiting by an intersection, elevated, looking at the cars zipping by on the road underneath us. The roads twist and weave around oneanother. We just wait. It’s nice with her, always peace. There’s never a need to speak, and sometimes there’s never a need to stop.

A white car is turning right, like it should be, only it’s not. The car zooms ahead, confident. You can’t go ahead.

There is no braking, no recognition of fault. The car passes the edge and plummets to the ground. Three seconds later we hear the crash on the road below. We’re crying. There isn’t a barrier. Scared we’ll fall too. We don’t look, until we do look. The car’s smashed, everything is. They all must be dead.

A body is picked up and put it in the bin by the footpath. Later in the day we pass it. Inside we can’t see anything.

Why didn’t they stop? My worst fear coming true. We talked about it for the rest of the day. I told mum how much I loved her. I felt like I could have lost her, even though it wasn’t her in the car. We check that my sister is safe. My sister is safe.

My mind is left with an animated GIF of the car failing to fly. The boom and screech of contact, after what feels like a lifetime.