isobelmtl

Writing under a Montreal sky

Tag: Fender benders

  • There is something about the sound of crumpling metal

        I could see, out of the corner of my eye, something big and white advancing on my little red car at an alarming rate.  I surprised myself by blowing the horn in a long and insistent beep.  ” See me!”, it said.  “See me and feel like an idiot and stop!”  She got…