The freeways were like arteries, all leading into the heart of
the intersection, where an entanglement of fenders and
bumpers formed a massive clot.
Nothing was getting through. It appeared as if all breathing
had stopped.
From a distance, firetruck sirens sounded like the horn section of an orchestra, while police conducted the general chaos away from the percussions.
All the while, a sprinkling of windshields, mirrors and headlights rained down upon the pavement, like the tinkling of a triangle being played in the background.
Building to a finale, a kettledrum of tow trucks arrived to lower the curtain on the cluster of nouns.
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1 comment:
Yep, I was there and driving slowly past the reminents of what had started out for many to be just another day.😞
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