Post by annette on Feb 20, 2010 18:59:50 GMT -7
The sound of heavy metals clashing into one another could be heard followed by the squealing of rubber tires. It was a five car pile up, and Annette was ashamed to admit the fact that she was a witness to it. The sound of a constant balrring of a car horn sounding off from a blue mini-van could be heard after the sounds of sqealing tires and impacts of chunk metal.
Annette's eyes followed the scene as it unfolded, as it all had happened so fast that her stark mind couldn't grasp on what just happened until the reality of the five vehicles sitting motionlessly in the midst of street. Annette stood there, mouth wide in; eyes like saucers as she stood not making any sudden moves, as if being hunted. The night was brisk, but not as damp and cold as it would have been in Ontario Canada. The sound of other cars on the next street driving by could be heard as Annette walked over toward the halted scene.
The horn still going off with one constant blow was almost readily driving Annette mad, but she was curious, and was bold enough to walk over to the blue van. The van was the crumpled victim, it took the most beating of all the other vehicles, and it almost looked just like an accordian as it sat in the midst of the four other vehicles. The road was wet, but not slippery, and Annette could hear tiny splashes of wee puddles as her feet lightly assulted the ground below her, as she walked swiftly over to the scene of the accident. The other four vehicles were lively, and everyone from those vehicles stepped out of their cars, seemingly without any scratches upon themselves.
A look of astonishment could be seen upon Annette's features as she looked around seeing three kids all under 10 years of age from all the car get out with their parents. 2 kids from one red car, and another child from a brown or tannish colored vehicle left their vehicles along with their parents. The other vehicles occupied just adults, and no one was hurt except for the single person within the blue van.
Annette was afraid to find what was going on within the blue van. Her eyes slowly left the small crowd from their cars, and looked to the driver's side of the van. She could feel her throat grow bone dry the closer she got to the blue van. Annette could see an older man with his head planted upon the steering wheel of the car, the side of his face pressing up against ther horn of the car. Annette reached the driver's side of the van, and peered inside looking at the man, a look of horror washed across Annette's face as she peered inside the blue van.
Pulling back briskly all she could see was an old man covered in blood, lying face first upon his steering sheel. The man must have been dead, as he did not move at all. It was like a horror movie from Hollywood, as she gasped and looked to the crowd. Sirens could be heard in the background upon the streets, knowing it may have been the police and ambulance coming forth.
Annette's eyes followed the scene as it unfolded, as it all had happened so fast that her stark mind couldn't grasp on what just happened until the reality of the five vehicles sitting motionlessly in the midst of street. Annette stood there, mouth wide in; eyes like saucers as she stood not making any sudden moves, as if being hunted. The night was brisk, but not as damp and cold as it would have been in Ontario Canada. The sound of other cars on the next street driving by could be heard as Annette walked over toward the halted scene.
The horn still going off with one constant blow was almost readily driving Annette mad, but she was curious, and was bold enough to walk over to the blue van. The van was the crumpled victim, it took the most beating of all the other vehicles, and it almost looked just like an accordian as it sat in the midst of the four other vehicles. The road was wet, but not slippery, and Annette could hear tiny splashes of wee puddles as her feet lightly assulted the ground below her, as she walked swiftly over to the scene of the accident. The other four vehicles were lively, and everyone from those vehicles stepped out of their cars, seemingly without any scratches upon themselves.
A look of astonishment could be seen upon Annette's features as she looked around seeing three kids all under 10 years of age from all the car get out with their parents. 2 kids from one red car, and another child from a brown or tannish colored vehicle left their vehicles along with their parents. The other vehicles occupied just adults, and no one was hurt except for the single person within the blue van.
Annette was afraid to find what was going on within the blue van. Her eyes slowly left the small crowd from their cars, and looked to the driver's side of the van. She could feel her throat grow bone dry the closer she got to the blue van. Annette could see an older man with his head planted upon the steering wheel of the car, the side of his face pressing up against ther horn of the car. Annette reached the driver's side of the van, and peered inside looking at the man, a look of horror washed across Annette's face as she peered inside the blue van.
Pulling back briskly all she could see was an old man covered in blood, lying face first upon his steering sheel. The man must have been dead, as he did not move at all. It was like a horror movie from Hollywood, as she gasped and looked to the crowd. Sirens could be heard in the background upon the streets, knowing it may have been the police and ambulance coming forth.