nightbassoon
My glasses flew into the dashboard as the truck slammed into us from behind. I didn't see them; my eyes'd been shut. I felt them free themselves from my face. The world slowed down as our car spun sideways into the guardrail. I would soon learn reasons not to run barefoot on the highway.
I wore bagels like bangles, chewing large holes in their centers so that each bit could slide onto my arm. I laugh, twirled about, and chewed. Silly girl, you said, delighting in my decadent display though you didn't dare let it show. Let me have a taste, you said. I played demur, scooted away, but eventually surrendered to coquettish games.