Chapter 83 Friends

• I've always enjoyed the wind tumbling through my locks; it's as refreshing and soothing as floating on my back in an endless sea. I secretly smiled at my father as we drove down the highway, belting out songs from the radio. My father wound down the window of his car.
• Although it was pleasant to see him again, I had seen this sight far too often, so I held onto the leather seats tightly till my knuckles turned white as I waited for our demise. It happened exactly as described: the car flipped, somersaulted in the air, and then crashed onto the ground hard enough to break my teeth.
• My cranium careered through the windscreen and smashed back into the passenger seat, blending my screams with his, broken and strangled. I shouted as blood spurted out of my nose and splattered my clothes.