Crash
She was driving her shiny new black import down Riverside Drive. “That new car scent, so strange yet so appealing”, she thought as she peered out the window. She saw a grouping of lily white flowers and thought, “I’m sure their scent would be ambrosia to my soul”. The Carpenters (Rainy days and Sundays always get me down) was playing on the radio. She thought “It’s not raining, and it’s not Sunday”. “Why so blue Karen?” She looked down for a split second to grasp her bright stainless steel and hard black plastic coffee mug from the ergonomically correct cup holder. Looking up, horror shot through her veins like bleach, and she screamed “OH MY GOD!!!” and hit the car in front of her.