highway

written for the 55 word or less contest. Exactly 55 words :-)

I was doing everything right. 

Didn't drink, low speed lane, 55. 

Somehow the broken down Greyhound didn't quite fit, yet there it was. 

How long did it take? 

Side mirror, headlights.

Rear view, speeding van. 

Did he break? 

It doesn't matter I supppose. 

When death rams through you, you have infinity to figure it out.

Reviews

[Doug Case]

Wow. This goes to prove that you can say a lot with a small amound of words. I'm (once again) duly impressed. I love how you ask yourself if the other broke before realizing that none of it matters anymore - you've died and nothing is going to change that. That's a chilling thought - even though it's probably true.

[Barry S. Maltese]

Nicely done. Not only composed well - complete with details - but a true statement at the end. enjoyable read! Thank you for sharing it.

[Mackenzie J. Burns]

Ouch, true story. Well, fifty five word contest or not this poem is solid as a rock.

[J D Roland]

Well done Kathleen.

[Vincent Maltese]

Wow, im not entirely sure what to say.... but you deffinatly got the point across.

[J. Swaney]

I hate to review stories in a contest that I have entered. We all like to think that ours is the best. It's like looking at baby pictures of other peoples kids. Oh look ! Isn't he or she adorable. We nod our heads and think well a kids a kid and this one doesn't have any obvious deformities. But once in awhile we look at a baby picture and realize this is the Gerber Baby, and mines just another kid.

You have written the Gerber baby.

Excellent Work !