The Back Road (Part 2) After the collision I threw open my door and put one foot on the icy street, almost falling, but my hand securely fastened itself to the top of the car. “Are you okay?” I asked to the driver who took a stressful puff from his cigarette. “God, I’m so sorry this turn is a bitch.”
“It’s fine it’s fine,” his mumbling was all but inaudible. Following and followed by many disgruntled grunts and coughs, “Nothing else you could’ve done.”
“I don’t think there’s any damage, is there?”
“Ah hell, I don’t know.” He said this almost like he was half hoping there was some.
I got back into my car and shut the door. I watched the small pickup I was behind drive past before glaring back at the new friend I had made. I couldn’t tell why this guy wasn’t driving away since he was barely in the ditch a…