I got my hands on it, but of course the bag had been open. The angle was a bear, so I resorted to lying on the driver’s seat and sort of diving for my bag on the passenger-side floor. But naturally everything had shifted toward the passenger side and then slid onto the floor. The back tire was as flat as a fallen soufflé.Īnd now where was my phone? I opened the car door again to look for my purse. Maybe I could just drive it out of the ditch.īut when I circled the rear bumper, my heart sank. Trying to get my breathing under control, I eyed the Prius. “Shit!” I swore, standing on wobbly knees on the dirt road. I had a rush of adrenaline from the loss of control. My heart was whirring like a KitchenAid mixer on the highest setting. With shaky hands, I unlatched my seatbelt, opened the door and struggled to climb out of the tilting car. The passenger side had dipped into a gully at the side of the road. But I was still clutching the wheel, still vertical. My teeth knocked together and my seatbelt bit into my shoulder. Two seconds later, the car came to a dramatic stop. I experienced a moment of terror as the earth shifted in an unpredictable way. I skidded, the back of the car swinging its ass over to the right. The little rental car bounced on the new surface, and I felt a sudden loss of traction. A moment later, the road turned suddenly from pavement to dirt, taking me by surprise.
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