flashing beams, metal against metal swirling lights outside a spinning car. the center divider, the concrete wall, and twenty other cars all want to be my destiny. they flirt with us. we scream. she sobs, "is it over?" "yes," i say. the golden offender whizzes by and flips us off. "such hatred," she cries, "such stupidity." "we could have been killed," i cry in return. but really, i am numb. bronnie _______________________________________________ Five7Five mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five
