Crash
She was driving her new car down riverside drive in New York City. “The smell, the smell so intoxicating”, she said of her new car scent. As she peered out the window, she saw a grouping of beautiful white flowers, and thought, I know what 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. She screamed “Oh my god!”, and hit the car in front of her.