Patches of ice on our narrow road. I'm coming down the mountain to work. From the rear somebody's headlights cut through mist, coming fast. Without hesitation the BMW passes on a blind curve. I see a blond woman, tight jaw, black coat. She swerves in front of me and starts to fishtail out of control. I slam the brakes. I skid. My truck slides to the gravel shoulder and stops at the edge of a precipice. The BMW recovers traction and disappears around another curve.
I shut off the motor and close my eyes. Breathing. Loving the fact that I breathe.
Frantic woman, late,
passes skidding on a curve to
reach her boring job.