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Everything freezes. The moment when my front fender makes contact with the tree seems to last an eternity, and the hood of my car crumples in slow motion. For a split second, I can make out every individual snowflake hovering in the frigid air outside my windshield. The airbag inflates gracefully, like a balloon. Then time starts up again, and I realize I am completely screwed.
Tears stream down my face. My baby is okay. I didn’t lose her in this terrible accident.
drinking a glass of� Well, not wine, obviously. Maybe some hot cocoa.
“If you light a candle before you chop onions, it burns off the toxins so your eyes don’t water.�
She loved horror novels best of all. There’s nothing like a good scare, she used to say.
