The scarred tree groans in the wind, the wrecked car resting against the stripped bark. This road has too many bends, too many trees. A professional driver, too. How fast? Well, too fast. There was some oil on the tarmac, he hit the brakes just as he hit the patch. Skidded and that was that. The next tree, well that’s dead wood. Not his lucky day, I guess. He’s a real mess, you wouldn’t want to have been first on the scene. Funny how smart the light grey uniform still is, even the cap. The cap? Don’t mention the cap, it’s not that easy to know where the cap ends and his cap starts – no don’t look. Yes it’s funny how smart the uniform is, yet his hands and face are so dirty. Maybe, yes maybe that comes from the crash, but I’m not so sure. They found his grubby overalls in the washing machine at the house. Very odd. You think? He’d been working on the car, quickly changed and then went out for this drive? But why? There was no reason, he had no one to fetch, no errand to run, why was he out? And what was he doing with the car? The brakes? The brakes were shot? How odd, he was a mechanic as well as the driver, he knew cars backwards, inside out. Why didn’t he notice the brakes? He’d just been working on it…. Oh I see….. well, he had guts, that’s for sure, you can see for yourself.
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