SpencerS


Wings

By Spencer S

 

Thursday after football

Joe, Odie, Riley, Colton, and I

Were coming back from team supper.

We were packed in Joe’s New Yorker

Were going about 80 miles an hour

With all the doors open

When an extremely sharp corner jumps out at us

We start to drift

It went to slow motion as I look down

Seeing gravel flying and our tire inches from the ditch

I see the long drop off the road into trees

I see things lost in the car fly through the air

As we round the corner

Things go back to normal.