Diary of a emiotionally distant nerd with a crappy and mostly depressing love life.
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The Flash

...and in that fleeting moment,

Beyond the screeching sound of my tyres against dry coal tar and the impression made afterwards;

Beyond the sudden loss of control, even with my hands gripping the wheel, and the helplessness of my feet depressing the rectangular pedal;

Beyond the flashes of brake lights in front and headlights from behind reflecting through my rear view mirrors;

Something flashed right in front of my eyes, just in the 6-7 inches separating them from the windshield.

This flash was somewhat dimmer than the other lights flashing ahead of and behind me and came with an intense, seismic quasi-electric feeling.

I squinted to get a clearer view. And there I was, there I actually was... In the flash.

The flash unveiled a picture, not unlike the pictures used in biology class to describe evolution from a quadruped ape to a two-legged Man. But this picture had different silhouette-ish illustrations of me from a crawling, baby Bob to an aged, geriatric Bob.

Quite intriguing!

I squinted even further to see more but the silhouettes started melting away like salt in a glass of water - each ripple took one silhouette away until it was all gone.

While I was still trying to fathom and in fact, acclimate to the reality or fantasy of the flash, the high-pitched shout of 'Jesus' From the passenger created a heightened sense of alertness, followed by a stronger depression on the brake pedal, a firm hold on the steering wheel, a sudden dive into the next lane, seat belts choking our necks and then a melodramatic stop after hitting down a few flower pots on the sidewalk.

"WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED!?!" The passenger exclaimed as the car came to a miraculous stop after creating what felt like a low budget Fast and Furious scene; except I wasn't furious, not at all, I was dumbfounded, sweating and gasping for breath even with two AC vents facing my regret-filled face.

With my gaze fixed up front, like a man who just saw an angel, I replied, stuttering; “It was my life, it flashed right before my eyes"

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