Spinning
A mile away, the car flipped over and over, appearing as a large red thrown object, hitting, bouncing from road into the median. Instinctively, I slowed my car, foot leaving the gas pedal until I was coasting. Brake lights lit up all around me as a sea of traffic drifted forward, necks craning to see wreckage, victims upside down, suspended from seatbelts, broken glass, and rubber streaks across the road. The violently twisted guardrail was bent around the front section of the car as if hugging it. My eyes fixed on a spinning tire, mesmerized, like a macabre carnival ride.
