Highway
By Christopher Munroe
I was driving unreasonably fast, considering how dark it
was.
Still, nobody’d ever accused me of being reasonable. And the
music playing had me pumped up, feeling invincible, unstoppable. Like nothing
in the world could touch me.
And as I sped through the night, I threw back my head in
triumph and joy and sang along as it played…
“Highway to the danger zone!”
…I flipped the car, naturally. I was speeding and singing
rather than paying attention to where I was going.
Nobody’s fault but mine.
What did I expect, after all, from a place called the Danger
Zone?
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