A Split Second


I was driving on a thoroughfare in central Merced on my way to dinner with Bev. She and our friends were at the restaurant waiting for me to return from getting our theater tickets which we left at home. I had just turned onto 22nd street and was proceeding through an intersection. I had no stop sign so I continued on.

In a split second there was a loud bang, a bad smell, and the world was spinning. Another car, on my left, entered the intersection at the same time. He also had no stop sign. All of us walked out of our cars wondering what had happened.

A split second can inconvenience you or change your life forever.

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