Behind the Z

I was on my way home, riding my bike. Suddenly, I heard the sound of a car braking, then a crash. I turned around, and saw that a black car and a silver car had crashed into each other. I kept on going home.

I was on my way home after a long day. I was minding my own business, riding my bike. Suddenly, I heard the sound of a car braking timidly, like a halting series of squeals. Then came a big crash. I turned around, and saw that a black car had tried to get on the road. And a silver car hadn't seen him, so they crashed into each other. I kept on going home, since nobody seemed hurt.

I was on my way home after a long day. I had gotten up at seven, just to laze around for hours. I was minding my own business, riding my bike. At least I got to enjoy one of the first day of sunlight outside. Suddenly, I heard the sound of a car braking timidly, like a halting series of squeals. The sound was foreign to my ears, and at first I couldn't recognize it for what it was. Then came a big crash. I knew instinctively that there had been an accident, but something felt strange. I turned around, and saw that a black car had tried to get on the road. And a silver car hadn't seen him, so they crashed into each other. The driver of the silver car made a rude hand-gesture to the other driver. I kept on going home, since nobody seemed hurt. Then it hit me : neither of the two cars had honked at the other.

I was on my way home after a long day. I hadn't gotten much done, though. I had gotten up at seven, just to laze around for hours. Kinda wasteful, but at least I felt like the day wasn't spent without reason. I was minding my own business, riding my bike. Well, not my bike, but the one I use when I'm here. At least I got to enjoy one of the first day of sunlight outside. The weather had been nice for the first time this year, and the warm air felt good. Suddenly, I heard the sound of a car braking timidly, like a halting series of squeals. I didn't know where it was coming from. The sound was foreign to my ears, and at first I couldn't recognize it for what it was. As if it had somehow been taken out of context. Then came a big crash. You could feel the impact through the noise. I knew instinctively that there had been an accident, but something felt strange. As if something was out of place. I turned around, and saw that a black car had tried to get on the road. And a silver car hadn't seen him, so they crashed into each other. Luckily, neither of them was going very fast. The driver of the silver car made a rude hand-gesture to the other driver. The other one gesticulated wildly in direction of the point of contact. I kept on going home, since nobody seemed hurt. Still, something didn't seem right. Then it hit me : neither of the two cars had honked at the other.

So there I was, riding home, not thinking about much. I had gotten up at seven just to spend my day lazing around, but I didn't care. It was the first nice weather of the year, and the sun was warm. I pedaled along, quite content with life. The jenever and the cannabis might have had something to do with that.

Anyway, there I was, on the cycle lane, minding my own business, when suddenly I heard this strange squealing sound from behind. It sounded a bit like in "Who framed Roger Rabbit?", when the shoe is put into the "dip". Before I could try to figure it out, there came a loud crash. I turned around, and couldn't believe my eyes.

A black sedan had just gone on the road, but the silver audi speeding along the center lane hadn't seen him. My eyes opened wide as the second car jumped off the first after hitting the edge of the hood, the sideways impact giving it a spinning motion. I flew over me, turning, a giant dolphin arching through the air, the debris sprinkling along like drops of water. There was total silence, and the seconds stretched into minutes as the human-made monster soared above, eclipsing the bright blue sky with its massive figure.

Sound came back as it hit a tree full force and upside-down, the hood bending inward under the shock. I could see the driver being propelled forward, his safety-belt the only thing that stopped him from crashing through the broken window. The rear of the car dropped to the ground.Then there was silence again.

All the other cars had stopped. People on foot and bike alike looked at the beached whale, his belly open, his blood spilling out. One second went by. Then another. I sat back on my bike, and was on my way before people even realized they could move again. Not like I give a crap.