Eyes Ahead

He was in one piece. That's always a good start.

What wasn't good was the fact that he was upside down, on the side of the road, still strapped into his seat. He didn't even want to look out at what remained of his car. Guessing by all the pieces that lay strewn about on the asphalt around him - he figured there wasn't really much left to see anyway.

All he really wanted to do was get out of the car. The blood was rushing to his head and he was becoming nauseous. No surprise there though. He had always been bad with that kind of stuff - roller coasters, extended car rides, spinning around. Solid ground was what he preferred.

As happy as he was that he didn't hit the rabbit as it scurried across the road - he'd love to go back in time and run its little furry ass over to save him all this trouble.