Driving Lessons There is peace in late afternoons I enjoy, a time when one considers the events of the day or contemplates what meal to cook for dinner. On occasion even a thread of philosophic reflection. I stand and water my vegetable seedlings one ordinary day, somewhat oblivious to the sounds of neighbours and passing cars. The interlude is broken by the tell-tale screech of tyres hard pressed on bitumen and a sickening loud bang. In the time my heart skipped a beat there is another almighty crash, and another, like rolling thunder, then an eerie silence. The roundabout has claimed another collision I tell myself. Running from the backyard along the side of the house, I reach for my phone and prepare to tap triple zero. Compared to previous accidents this one sounded bad! I psych myself for the likelihood of human injury. Imagine my surprise! I’m confronted by the sight of a dark grey behemoth occupying not the nearby intersection but ...
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