-Accidental Editing-

I'm working on a story entitled 'Accident Reports' for my writing class. Here's how it begins:

There is a blind turn just after the Matin county exit, an easy-to-miss right concealed by a jury-rigged bus shelter and a bridge supporting elevated railroad tracks.

If you haven’t missed the turn, you can make one of two choices; break frantically, and turn right again, this time into the rarely used South Matin station parking lot, or speed ahead and break frantically in a former travel agent’s gravel driveway. The former travel agent will be at home, but he never inhabits the garage and the room adjacent to the garage, because that's where the collisions take place.

After the crash, he will appear at your window and ask you if you are okay. If you are – most are – he will tell you his name is Nat, and let you use his phone to call the police, loved ones, your insurance company. You will notice how nonplused he is.

Nat makes you feel included when he smiles sadly about the Department of Transportation, whose poor planning got both of you into this mess. Emboldened by your shared victim-hood, you will ask him why he doesn’t move someplace safer.

“If I did, they would tear down this house.” He will say as he takes you to a porch overlooking a steep ravine. “There would be nothing here to catch you.”