it's just fiction, baby
My body was being carried with the momentum of my car. Time, like a drop of falling water stopped, while I contemplated my choices. The cab of the enormous tractor trailer swerving towards the hood of my car, the squeal of the tires, a soft siren. Choice: to brake or stomp on the gas pedal. A burning cigarette in my hand, a cup of coffee falling to the floor. My heart beating an impossible number on the inside of my chest as I realized this could be my one chance to exit gracefully, with a bow.
Press the gas, my mind whispered. Press with your right foot, the pedal to the floor.
Common knowledge in cases such as car accidents, especially on a 400 series highway, is that any kind of collision would be life threatening, certainly debilitating. Imagine the odds of the accident being a fatality if one were to speed into the crash as opposed to braking or swerving.
Imagine.