crash

It happened in slow motion. The Chrysler’s front-end sliced through my small Ford tin can. After that, it was a blur. Apparently my car spun around and slammed into a pole. The box of tapes by my elbow landed on the rear window ledge. Police said, if not for my seat belt, I would have landed there too. It happened decades ago at this Calgary intersection. It was a Yield sign then. The Chrysler was heading towards a gravel road, now paved, to the woods, now gone. Two couples in a hurry for what I’m guessing was a make out session. I go by there most days. I can’t not think about it.