Shut

He fucked up.  And it was clear to see.

A moment ago, he was cruising back home to family, football talk on the radio, hand on the wheel.  He was tired: work this week involved more running around the factory than normal.  All he sensed was the discussion on player form, and the warm lighting illuminating the highway.  He was calm, floating for a brief moment...  then it turns dark...  silence.

BANG!!  

A slamming thud sends his nerves pulsing, his eyes widen to readjust to see the roadside barrier too close to his left side.  Horror sets in, as he immediately realigns to his lane.  His heart sank into the pit of his stomach as he glanced at his now-bent side-view mirror.  Beyond that, a 20-metre drop onto a separate highway.

He can feel his face flushing now, heat spreading to the back of his ears and temple.  He fucked up, big time.

Shortly a petrol station comes up as the driver pulls over to assess his wrongdoing.  Black streaks run across the side chassis, as he pushes his mirror back in place.  No dents, but what the fuck?! he retorts.

He tries to calm down as he returns to the driver seat.  Screams drown out the radio announcement as he curses his idiocy.  He'll hold onto this secret for the time being, unsure if it'll ever see the light.

The sound of bent sheet metal would accompany his sleep for the coming weeks. 

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