Prompt: "Day 18 —Take a reader behind the wheel with the worst driver you’ve ever known."
Breathe, steady. Otherwise is was a beautiful summer day in the Black Hills and the sun was getting ready to set over Lake Pactola. View is grand. But I suppose the only reason I am concerned is because of how impossible it seems for the driver to stay within the lines as we turn endlessly around cliffs on cliffs. She's not drunk and she's not tired. If anything I'd say she were nervous because this is the fifth time she's ever driven in her life (not consistently mind you) and she's learning.
Breathe again. It's going to be all right. Attempt not humor because she's pulling awfully clo- FUCK. I think that's what I would say if I had a moment to prepare myself. But it's happened all too quickly as we roll (thankfully) against the side of the cliff instead of off it. We didn't plummet into watery death or crash upon some rocks. Actually, we're hanging upside down. And we're in shock.
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