(19/30) Stopping Distance

The prompt for day nineteen over at NaPoWriMo: write a paragraph that briefly recounts a story then erase words from the paragraph to create a poem

One Friday night, early Saturday morning while heading to my part-time weekend job, I saw a car accident. In my mind, I knew the way the driver slammed on brakes to avoid running the red light was going to cause someone to run into the back of her and sure enough, a car with little to no stopping distance did just that. Part of me wanted to go over and make sure everybody was okay, but the part of me that was running late said put your damn foot on the gas and get the hell out of there for we ain’t got time to be checking on no one. 


One Friday night, early Saturday morning while heading to my part-time weekend job, I saw a car accident. In my mind, I knew the way the driver slammed on brakes to avoid running the red light was going to cause someone to run into the back of her and sure enough, a car with little to no stopping distance did just that. Part of me wanted to go over and make sure everybody was okay, but the part of me that was running late said put your damn foot on the gas and get the hell out of there for we ain’t got time to be checking on no one.

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